OK, I say...
F*cks ain't free, so I can't be just out here giving no f*cks away...
Facts not feelings is the muthaf*ckin' catchphrase...
That's on everythang, that's on God, that's on mamas...
That's on me, that's on baby, it's on you you try to cross me...
I am not accepting losses, I don't plan on taking no L's...
They for fake, and I'm for real, if it's hate, then, f*ck how they feel...
On my plate, I want a meal, and in the bank, I want a bil...
Streets ain't safe, yeah, that's what I hear, trying to be great, so I have no fear...
You trying to flex like you got the juice, drop your goofy ass off a roof...
HeIsSoKool, and he the truth, I'm on the beat like domestic abuse...
But, ain't nothing funny, I promise, I didn't come for nothing but money
I want it, I'm hitting licks sweeter than honey...
You won't see a smile up on me, you won't catch me crashing out like no dummy...
I answer the shit if you call me, drop the location, I'm coming, MVP, I'm balling...
VIP, that's all me, I'm 'bout that action, I don't do no talking...
Except when I'm rapping, when I rap, then, it be pimping...
I don't say shit just to be saying it, if I spit it, then, it's one hunnit...
It sound like straight game when I talk, but, ain't no cap, and ain't no flex on it...
If it's fake, then, I don't want it around me, get that shit away from me...
That's word to ya muthaf*ckin' mama...
I ain't stutting nothing else 'cause I'm focused on my come up...
I keep shit casual, but I bet you won't run up...
You really want the clout, you don't want none of this drama...
I'm hustling, and I'm rapping steady stacking up these commas...
My girl think I'ma blow up and start f*cking with Rihanna...
My icy Reebok Classics whiter than Jesus on your Jesus piece...
I don't even believe in Jesus, I just know my daughter gotta eat...
So, I gotta go to work, burgers gotta be flipped...
Floors gotta be mopped, them French fries gotta be dropped...
Aye, whatever it take, yeah, that shit gon' get did...
And, if I have to slide, then, that shit gon' get slid...
Bitch, you know I'm too for real, who the f*ck I look like playing and shit...
A muhf*ckin' clown or something, you crazy as hell if that's what you thought...
You must don' flipped yo' wig, bitch, you don' spilled your marbles...
You try to play me wrong, then, that shit gon' turn out horrible...
I swear it is, for anybody, I don't give a f*ck who it is...
I swear I don't, you talking 'bout it, then, why don't you go on and do it then..
'Cause man, I want all the smoke until I get the cancer...
God damn, I know I'm the hope, the real, and I'm the answer...
I shoot my shot like young Metro don't trust ya...
Every time I say something, when I say it, it be bussin'...
It sound like straight game when I talk, but, ain't no cap, and ain't no flex on it...
If it's fake, then, I don't want it around me, get that shit away from me...
That's word to ya muthaf*ckin' mama...
I ain't stutting nothing else 'cause I'm focused on my come up...
I keep shit casual, but I bet you won't run up...
You really want the clout, you don't want none of this drama...
I'm hustling, and I'm rapping steady stacking up these commas...
My girl think I'ma blow up and start f*cking with Rihanna...
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OK, I say...
F*cks ain't free, so I can't be just out here giving no f*cks away...
Facts not feelings is the muthaf*ckin' catchphrase...
That's on everythang, that's on God, that's on mamas...
That's on me, that's on baby, it's on you you try to cross me...
I am not accepting losses, I don't plan on taking no L's...
They for fake, and I'm for real, if it's hate, then, f*ck how they feel...
On my plate, I want a meal, and in the bank, I want a bil...
Streets ain't safe, yeah, that's what I hear, trying to be great, so I have no fear...
You trying to flex like you got the juice, drop your goofy ass off a roof...
HeIsSoKool, and he the truth, I'm on the beat like domestic abuse...
But, ain't nothing funny, I promise, I didn't come for nothing but money
I want it, I'm hitting licks sweeter than honey...
You won't see a smile up on me, you won't catch me crashing out like no dummy...
I answer the shit if you call me, drop the location, I'm coming, MVP, I'm balling...
VIP, that's all me, I'm 'bout that action, I don't do no talking...
Except when I'm rapping, when I rap, then, it be pimping...
I don't say shit just to be saying it, if I spit it, then, it's one hunnit...
It sound like straight game when I talk, but, ain't no cap, and ain't no flex on it...
If it's fake, then, I don't want it around me, get that shit away from me...
That's word to ya muthaf*ckin' mama...
I ain't stutting nothing else 'cause I'm focused on my come up...
I keep shit casual, but I bet you won't run up...
You really want the clout, you don't want none of this drama...
I'm hustling, and I'm rapping steady stacking up these commas...
My girl think I'ma blow up and start f*cking with Rihanna...
My icy Reebok Classics whiter than Jesus on your Jesus piece...
I don't even believe in Jesus, I just know my daughter gotta eat...
So, I gotta go to work, burgers gotta be flipped...
Floors gotta be mopped, them French fries gotta be dropped...
Aye, whatever it take, yeah, that shit gon' get did...
And, if I have to slide, then, that shit gon' get slid...
Bitch, you know I'm too for real, who the f*ck I look like playing and shit...
A muhf*ckin' clown or something, you crazy as hell if that's what you thought...
You must don' flipped yo' wig, bitch, you don' spilled your marbles...
You try to play me wrong, then, that shit gon' turn out horrible...
I swear it is, for anybody, I don't give a f*ck who it is...
I swear I don't, you talking 'bout it, then, why don't you go on and do it then..
'Cause man, I want all the smoke until I get the cancer...
God damn, I know I'm the hope, the real, and I'm the answer...
I shoot my shot like young Metro don't trust ya...
Every time I say something, when I say it, it be bussin'...
It sound like straight game when I talk, but, ain't no cap, and ain't no flex on it...
If it's fake, then, I don't want it around me, get that shit away from me...
That's word to ya muthaf*ckin' mama...
I ain't stutting nothing else 'cause I'm focused on my come up...
I keep shit casual, but I bet you won't run up...
You really want the clout, you don't want none of this drama...
I'm hustling, and I'm rapping steady stacking up these commas...
My girl think I'ma blow up and start f*cking with Rihanna...
F*cks ain't free, so I can't be just out here giving no f*cks away...
Facts not feelings is the muthaf*ckin' catchphrase...
That's on everythang, that's on God, that's on mamas...
That's on me, that's on baby, it's on you you try to cross me...
I am not accepting losses, I don't plan on taking no L's...
They for fake, and I'm for real, if it's hate, then, f*ck how they feel...
On my plate, I want a meal, and in the bank, I want a bil...
Streets ain't safe, yeah, that's what I hear, trying to be great, so I have no fear...
You trying to flex like you got the juice, drop your goofy ass off a roof...
HeIsSoKool, and he the truth, I'm on the beat like domestic abuse...
But, ain't nothing funny, I promise, I didn't come for nothing but money
I want it, I'm hitting licks sweeter than honey...
You won't see a smile up on me, you won't catch me crashing out like no dummy...
I answer the shit if you call me, drop the location, I'm coming, MVP, I'm balling...
VIP, that's all me, I'm 'bout that action, I don't do no talking...
Except when I'm rapping, when I rap, then, it be pimping...
I don't say shit just to be saying it, if I spit it, then, it's one hunnit...
It sound like straight game when I talk, but, ain't no cap, and ain't no flex on it...
If it's fake, then, I don't want it around me, get that shit away from me...
That's word to ya muthaf*ckin' mama...
I ain't stutting nothing else 'cause I'm focused on my come up...
I keep shit casual, but I bet you won't run up...
You really want the clout, you don't want none of this drama...
I'm hustling, and I'm rapping steady stacking up these commas...
My girl think I'ma blow up and start f*cking with Rihanna...
My icy Reebok Classics whiter than Jesus on your Jesus piece...
I don't even believe in Jesus, I just know my daughter gotta eat...
So, I gotta go to work, burgers gotta be flipped...
Floors gotta be mopped, them French fries gotta be dropped...
Aye, whatever it take, yeah, that shit gon' get did...
And, if I have to slide, then, that shit gon' get slid...
Bitch, you know I'm too for real, who the f*ck I look like playing and shit...
A muhf*ckin' clown or something, you crazy as hell if that's what you thought...
You must don' flipped yo' wig, bitch, you don' spilled your marbles...
You try to play me wrong, then, that shit gon' turn out horrible...
I swear it is, for anybody, I don't give a f*ck who it is...
I swear I don't, you talking 'bout it, then, why don't you go on and do it then..
'Cause man, I want all the smoke until I get the cancer...
God damn, I know I'm the hope, the real, and I'm the answer...
I shoot my shot like young Metro don't trust ya...
Every time I say something, when I say it, it be bussin'...
It sound like straight game when I talk, but, ain't no cap, and ain't no flex on it...
If it's fake, then, I don't want it around me, get that shit away from me...
That's word to ya muthaf*ckin' mama...
I ain't stutting nothing else 'cause I'm focused on my come up...
I keep shit casual, but I bet you won't run up...
You really want the clout, you don't want none of this drama...
I'm hustling, and I'm rapping steady stacking up these commas...
My girl think I'ma blow up and start f*cking with Rihanna...
Writer: David Brooks
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid