It's BBW getting ready to clock out
Get off this motha-loving clock
Imma let you know right now, don't worry about that weather
Don't be discouraged, it's just Reek season
Keep your eyes on the thermostat bitch
Been a long time coming
Got the hounds on my ass, been a long time running
Niggas don't want nothing
Hands out round here won't get no loving
Take time to learn my people
We all created equal
But still somehow we get treated like zeroes
Why everything these days be seeming so damn marginal
Narrow minded introspective nah i just be flauging hoe
C'est la vie, you sell pussy but ran through, that is not a Bargain
Fuck boys acting feline when I'm round
Can't keep my dogs from barking
Beg my pardon, yes I may do what I want, fuck what they say
Don't put food on my table so yo Interest do not interest me
I'm living good but could be better if my fucking rent was free
And being late on car payments don't always come with interest fees
Wake up talk my shit
Hide my feelings like they don't exist
Boys gone bump they lips
Run yo mouth but I ain't hearing it
Oh damn that's her shit
Turn it up don't be no hating trick
How you claim you better on yo ass and still not doing shit
I Wake up talk my shit
Hide my feelings like they don't exist
Boys gone bump they lips
Run yo mouth but I ain't hearing it
Oh damn that's her shit
Turn it up don't be no hating trick
How you claim you better on yo ass and still not doing shit
The game is not for free, so yes it must be sold
The rap is cap, the cap is rap, your genres fictional
Don't box me in unless we shipping albums cross the globe
Or taking flights to Mumbai on a private jet with my bros
Niggas that goals as fuck
Work my shoulders, huh, Tryna get paid a bit
How you think I got this overnight you fouling flagarant
Don't undermine my work and call me plant cuz you don't see the growth
I bask in sun and water like the rest who came a time before
A land before my landing, my presence grace the planet
Not gone catch me slipping like I'm whats her name gah dammit
Niggas trynna write they own script boy that is not cannon
If I had a dime for all the shit fuck I would own the planet, so I
Wake up talk my shit
Hide my feelings like they don't exist
Boys gone bump they lips
Run yo mouth but I ain't hearing it
Oh damn that's her shit
Turn it up don't be no hating trick
How you claim you better on yo ass and still not doing shit
I Wake up talk my shit
Hide my feelings like they don't exist
Boys gone bump they lips
Run yo mouth but I ain't hearing it
Oh damn that's her shit
Turn it up don't be no hating trick
How you claim you better on yo ass and still not doing shit