Xavier Wulf - Know Yo Self lyrics

[Intro] Yeah sir this one goes out to all you soft a** f*ggot a** fan boys in my comments all on my sh** Thinkin you know me You soft a** n***a you ain't never knew me You don't know nothing about where I'm from or how I got or who I met b**h a** n***a [Verse 1] M-E-M-P-H-I-S, yes Go on fail this test boy and get your a** pressed next I dont give no f** bout none of them hoes I dont reply to texts I just let em sit in there Headphones up in my ear Music still loud cause you ain't sayin sh** I need to hear La-la-la-la-la, and turn around and walk up out of there I dont give a f** bout none of them n***as Keep them over there She sent me a text to late like, Aye baby-boo, is you near? I said, f** you want She said, bruh please get me up out of here I said, where you at? She said, we chillin at his momma crib Worst part about it I ended up stranded over here and he ain't even got no weed, now he tryna go jug a Uber man I said, b**h I'm sorry, so sorry for your dilemma ma'am But I gotta make back to the bank before five fam Ima have to get you up off of my line like now I ain't gon say it twice sh** Im hangin this b**h up right now [Recap 1] Thats right my n***a Like I said I dont give a f** about none of these hoes and I dont give a f** about none of these fan think-they-know-it-all a** n***as I built my career based off doing whatever the f** I wanted to do whenever the f** I wanted to do it [Verse 2] Im ridin down the block with Doctor Jeff slick scared Cause you dont ever know whats goin through his head Yeah and I think them n***as was really dead bruh But f** it I said my grace lets get this bread Yeah, yeah You n***as weak you n***as ain't fed enough Thats why you mad b**h what you playin for Me and my n***as built a whole new game up And yall know I ain't lyin b**h you know the same thang huh Im one of the first underground kings And we was the first screamin f** the mainstream We the ones said f** a deal Get yourself some sk**, a little dedication in the wheel Mix it all together thats a formula to k** Its Slaughter Wulf Woe Pay yo homage or be squealed My pig nose forty so gorge- it give em chills She said lets go hop off in it and spin it back to your crib, n***a [Recap 2] Thats right my n***a lets do another recap Like I said I dont give a f** about nan none of these hoes I don't give a f** about nan none of these n***as Yall can hate, do what you want to but at the end of the day ain't none of you n***as ain't never been on sh** n***a, yeah [Verse 3] Go tell them haters take a chill pill and catch a cab now Why she tweakin, why she geekin? Where her ride at? I run a business, 1-800-GETYOURCLOUTBACK Damn my phone ringin right damn now, boy would you look at that? You want a verse? Ill do you worse and send this hearse back And dont hit my email if you ain't got them fire beat packs You lyin hatin a** rappers can retire that, yeah Or catch this final form Wulf Attack [Recap 3] Yeah my n***a lets do one final recap I dont give a f** about none of you n***as I swear to god I dont- I swear to any god I dont bruh I do me how I do me n***a I ain't never listen to nan n***a Im never gon start listenin to nobody f** all you n***as, you understand? I do what I want to do how I want to do it when I wanna do it