What if I told you that I am the epitome of "getting this money"
But spent it on stupid shit, but because I be using my brain,
I really don't think about doing this, I think about laying
A foundation, I think about how to succeed, I think if I
Put what I want on the back burner, I can get what I need
Chilling in the cut smoking on a real good bag of that
New CBD, cuz I don't really fuck with the weed, it be
Interfering with my productivity, PLEASE, get the fuck
Out my way if you're not trying to add to my life, you're
Riddled with strife, and you're stressing me out,
Fucking with me for clout
I'm like; "Why these niggas wanna bother me,
Why these niggas all up in my space, y'all can talk
Behind a nigga's back, but too terrified to say it to his face,
Cuz you'd get your muthafuckin ass beat real quick,
You niggas ain't about that life
But y'all be walking crazy, talking crazy, moving like you
Ain't got no sense", Espada numero six, nigga I'm
Grimmjow in this bitch, and I feel like the hardest artist,
I'm a target, I'm the shit, (little nigga) I just farted,
(Wait what, what the fuck you say?) Nigga I'm retarded,
I pay no mind I disregard it, but you talk that crazy shit to me,
And I'll split your wig, nigga Imma part it
I stand at the mirror and look at the only one fucking with me,
Y'all muthafuckahs are cornballs, like an ant to a boot,
You ain't nothing to me, get squashed little nigga,
Or you can get stepped on like cut coke, cuz I'm cutthroat,
And I'll murk everybody up in this hoe, I swear to god,
I swear to ROB, I don't believe in none of
That shit, who running that shit
Y'all muthafuckahs don't want the ball, they gave it back,
Who punted that shit, now give me that bitch
And imma run it to the endzone, get gone,
Then hit him with the dip, (WHOA), and if he got it imma hit
Him with the stick, no Madden nigga so don't pass it nigga,
No apple, no eve, no yo-lan-da, but I swear to god
I'll get at him nigga and then blast that nigga
, Hit him with the switch real quick, it'll turn him into a
Bitch real quick, these niggas lack heart, well, even
If he don't imma rip it out his chest, fatality, but they're
Mad at me but I'm glad to be, the monkey in the middle,
Cuz I'll whoop everybody else ass in this bitch, cuz
I feel froggy, get the leap pad, on standby is where the heat at
I stay ready that's preparation, if you try me, that's a
Separation of your head and shoulders, no shampoo,
You a bad guy but I am too, I'm a shark in the water you shit
On a shoe, we move different, I'm a big fish but the pond small,
You a mess made get the Pine Sol, we too different, (WHOOO),
Excuse me, cuz my lung capacity jack shit, cuz I smoke good
And that bag hit, Doc Strange in the middle
Of the madness and I'm done with this!