[ Featuring Jarese ]
I bet you they gon' love me when I'm dead
Tryna put em' on my back I won't break no sweat
One lie turns to two, now you pretend
Hella jaded by the rent so imma trust in my pen
Recognize my aura, on ganj no glaucoma
Don't mind my coma, declined to find coca
I don't mind if there no subs in trunk
You can gon' head and turn this shit up
People piss me off I'd cut em off if it was up to me (uh)
You can be an asshole, but don't shit on my company (yuh)
Gluttony's a bitch you don't know what all that money mean. Cake and eat it too you can't build a home off of uppity (uhh)
Big mad I want my get back thats what this is. No skit or will smith just good at givin' what you give (oh, oh, oh)
Cause they hang me up to dry the weather ain't permit the spit. If his mental was alright then he'd get right back on the grid (uh)
It is what it is or shit it be what it be. Writtens sometimes be a quiz
To me that's all of my steez
These pussies askin' for beef (mmm) I like my burgers with bacon but if he lead with a ski he gon' be pigs in a blanket (pigs in a blank-)
To me my clock is tickin so I gotta get it. Stoopin' down to levels I can't stomach f*ck that typa different
I'd say that you chirp but pussies purr swear I'm snipin' kittens. Move quick make some motion keep your guard up at a distance
I bet you they gon' love me when I'm dead
Tryna put em' on my back I won't break no sweat
One lie turns to two now you pretend
Hella jaded by the rent so imma trust in my pen
Recognize my aura, on ganj no glaucoma
Don't mind my coma, declined to find coca
I don't mind if there no subs in trunk
You can gon' head and turn this shit up
Back again like I aint never left, like it's day 1 (day 1) Keep the flows cooking yeah I sauce it up like A1 (A1)
If you got a problem with my words, go on and say sum. (Say it) I don't play no games just like an Xbox that is broken, YUH! (Uh)
Raising the bar like a baby, uh. Stay on the grind I aint lazy, uh. Bringing the heat on the daily, uh, uh uhhhh!
Bitch I'm a legend Tom Brady, uh. If you want a verse, better pay me, uh. Kick out the lames and fugazi's, ooh ooh ooooh
Bitch I'm on a high horse, got nothing to lose, not my fault, yo girl wanna f*ck like Maya Woulfe. (UH!)
And I aint got time for, just sitting around and cryin, no I'm taking the reigns back by force
I hear a lotta talking smack, but got no guts to back up, cuz they're afraid of all the facts (They all afraid)
I see the posts full of the cap, but once they all run out of gas, they all forget just how to act.
I bet you they gon' love me when I'm dead
Tryna put em' on my back I won't break no sweat
One lie turns to two now you pretend
Hella jaded by the rent so imma trust in my pen
Recognize my aura, on ganj no glaucoma
Don't mind my coma, declined to find coca
I don't mind if there no subs in trunk
You can gon' head and turn this shit up
