It seems to me that I can be that f*cking nigga
I'm clearly biased despite this they wanna fight me
So f*ck it I'm throwing hands
And I'm chucking shucking and jiving
Enlighten niggas to let em know I'm really blunt
Looking at me am I looking like I give a f*ck
Pulling up I'll come and hit you with that Bentley truck
Nothing in it but my bitch
And I bet she look like a million plus
We the nigga you aint touching Mr Midas
I got the (Woah)
The lord put the power mic
Inside my body and soul
At least thats what am told
But lately I been questioning a hell of a lot
Like do I some get bitches up in heaven or not
If money talks then someone tell my bitch to keep shut
You aint paying bills I don't want your opinion
F*ck your 2 cents why you putting a penny in
Mama saw my raps I was only eleven and
She beat my f*cking ass never picked up a pen again