Still the same muh f*cka
Drive a car straight from my
Momma and it's paid off
Acting like you got it
Man you lucky
We ain't stop you from the faking
Yeah it's crazy thinking
How far you done made off
Time to break the news
Yeah you
Yeah you laid off
And I ain't sorry for it
If you got a problem
Or a question
It ain't worth exploring
Hand out for for survival
I'll admit it
You ain't worth supporting
Not to push the issue
But I promise
You ain't, You ain't
You ain't never touring!
Yeah im being me T.I.D.
And I promise that
You gon feel the pressure
Once you witnessing
The aftermath
We gon use your album
As soil to a cabbage patch
Burn it to the ground
Till there's nothing
With a single match
Yeah, not a single thread
You wish to latch
Ain't no holding on to this
I'm feelin like a different zatch
The bell toll whenever I hit the room
I'm that muh f*cka
That you heard bring the doom
In that same whip
That you hearing go zoom
It ain't nothing special
But I swear it's coming soon
Soon enough my time is coming
Way before the tomb
Yeah i'm feeling slick
This a different type of groomed
Sayonara to the fakers
That be talking bout they paper
Like they got it
But we know it ain't facts
I'm about the shit I write
I'll put it on a stack
Stack it up and wrap it nice
So you can give it back
(Give me my f*cking money)
Alright (WOOO)
Inspirational to see
The way you lead your pack
To six feet deep at least
We know I got no interference
Tried to take it higher
We know you ain't got the Clearance
Your funerals the only time
That I make an appearance
Bullshit I ain't tryna hear it
Famous you ain't nothing near it
Throw your whole catalog to the flame
And we seer it
Burners on high
Till we (till we)Zac Greer it
Red hot I thought I told you
I'm smoother than ever
Like it's a soju
No refund for the bullshit
That they sold you
Next up? Got me crying
Cause you got no proof
It's the return of the Mack baby
But I don't need no bitches
I got my lady
All about cheddar
Like you could grate me
Congratulate me
Enemies gotta pay me
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Still the same muh f*cka
Drive a car straight from my
Momma and it's paid off
Acting like you got it
Man you lucky
We ain't stop you from the faking
Yeah it's crazy thinking
How far you done made off
Time to break the news
Yeah you
Yeah you laid off
And I ain't sorry for it
If you got a problem
Or a question
It ain't worth exploring
Hand out for for survival
I'll admit it
You ain't worth supporting
Not to push the issue
But I promise
You ain't, You ain't
You ain't never touring!
Yeah im being me T.I.D.
And I promise that
You gon feel the pressure
Once you witnessing
The aftermath
We gon use your album
As soil to a cabbage patch
Burn it to the ground
Till there's nothing
With a single match
Yeah, not a single thread
You wish to latch
Ain't no holding on to this
I'm feelin like a different zatch
The bell toll whenever I hit the room
I'm that muh f*cka
That you heard bring the doom
In that same whip
That you hearing go zoom
It ain't nothing special
But I swear it's coming soon
Soon enough my time is coming
Way before the tomb
Yeah i'm feeling slick
This a different type of groomed
Sayonara to the fakers
That be talking bout they paper
Like they got it
But we know it ain't facts
I'm about the shit I write
I'll put it on a stack
Stack it up and wrap it nice
So you can give it back
(Give me my f*cking money)
Alright (WOOO)
Inspirational to see
The way you lead your pack
To six feet deep at least
We know I got no interference
Tried to take it higher
We know you ain't got the Clearance
Your funerals the only time
That I make an appearance
Bullshit I ain't tryna hear it
Famous you ain't nothing near it
Throw your whole catalog to the flame
And we seer it
Burners on high
Till we (till we)Zac Greer it
Red hot I thought I told you
I'm smoother than ever
Like it's a soju
No refund for the bullshit
That they sold you
Next up? Got me crying
Cause you got no proof
It's the return of the Mack baby
But I don't need no bitches
I got my lady
All about cheddar
Like you could grate me
Congratulate me
Enemies gotta pay me
Drive a car straight from my
Momma and it's paid off
Acting like you got it
Man you lucky
We ain't stop you from the faking
Yeah it's crazy thinking
How far you done made off
Time to break the news
Yeah you
Yeah you laid off
And I ain't sorry for it
If you got a problem
Or a question
It ain't worth exploring
Hand out for for survival
I'll admit it
You ain't worth supporting
Not to push the issue
But I promise
You ain't, You ain't
You ain't never touring!
Yeah im being me T.I.D.
And I promise that
You gon feel the pressure
Once you witnessing
The aftermath
We gon use your album
As soil to a cabbage patch
Burn it to the ground
Till there's nothing
With a single match
Yeah, not a single thread
You wish to latch
Ain't no holding on to this
I'm feelin like a different zatch
The bell toll whenever I hit the room
I'm that muh f*cka
That you heard bring the doom
In that same whip
That you hearing go zoom
It ain't nothing special
But I swear it's coming soon
Soon enough my time is coming
Way before the tomb
Yeah i'm feeling slick
This a different type of groomed
Sayonara to the fakers
That be talking bout they paper
Like they got it
But we know it ain't facts
I'm about the shit I write
I'll put it on a stack
Stack it up and wrap it nice
So you can give it back
(Give me my f*cking money)
Alright (WOOO)
Inspirational to see
The way you lead your pack
To six feet deep at least
We know I got no interference
Tried to take it higher
We know you ain't got the Clearance
Your funerals the only time
That I make an appearance
Bullshit I ain't tryna hear it
Famous you ain't nothing near it
Throw your whole catalog to the flame
And we seer it
Burners on high
Till we (till we)Zac Greer it
Red hot I thought I told you
I'm smoother than ever
Like it's a soju
No refund for the bullshit
That they sold you
Next up? Got me crying
Cause you got no proof
It's the return of the Mack baby
But I don't need no bitches
I got my lady
All about cheddar
Like you could grate me
Congratulate me
Enemies gotta pay me
Writer: Kirk Derrick
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