Niggas mad at me ha ha ha keep hating.
I'm doing every occupation while yo ass being lazy.
Makin' music make em' face it and I'm making a payment.
They be hating then they wanna get a pic wit me later.
I kick my feet up put my Rafs on the table.
You ain't got no money you just signed to a label.
That nigga geekin' needa' lay off the ya yo.
Stomp em' wit my niggas we kick more than yo drako.
And we kick more than a drako,
Pull up we gone getchu'
End up running yo pockets,
Cuz' I know he don't got it,
Nigga I know you don't got it you shoulda had yo shit witchu.
Don't wanna be the type to end up in a penitentiary,
Fuck around and end him the nigga keep tryna mention me.
Keep my name up out your mouth I ain't your fucking dentistry.
Knock em out, now talk about all of my violent tendencies.
I was suicidal as a teen and still don't give a fuck,
10 years later you wanna shoot or wanna knuckle up?
Nigga I'm from Inglewood, that's just my mentality,
All we know is fighting and wanting a bigger salary.
Survival of fittest I'm cutting off on the calories.
You ain't fucking hungry it show in your personality.
He don't wanna run it he running he ain't attacking me,
Left hook, fucked around and shook his whole reality.
Feelin froggy gone head n' leap.
Imma have to drop him knock the nigga off his feet.
Nigga keep talkin like the nigga know me,
I ain't for da talkin and if I caught him we gone lock it in.
Niggas mad at me ha ha ha keep hating.
I'm doing every occupation while yo ass being lazy.
Makin' music make em' face it and I'm making a payment.
They be hating then they wanna get a pic wit me later.
I kick my feet up put my Rafs on the table.
You ain't got no money you just signed to a label.
That nigga geekin' needa' lay off the ya yo.
Stomp em' wit my niggas we kick more than yo drako.
And we kick more than a drako,
Pull up we gone getchu'
End up running yo pockets,
Cuz' I know he don't got it,
Nigga I know you don't got it you shoulda had yo shit witchu.
YOU THOUGHT I WAS SOFT RIGHT, WTF I LOOK LIKE?!
HE DON'T WANNA RUN IT, HE A PUSSY WISH HE WOULD FIGHT!
YOU THOUGHT I WAS SOFT RIGHT, WTF I LOOK LIKE?!
HE DON'T WANNA RUN IT, HE A PUSSY WISH HE WOULD FIGHT!
Niggas mad at me ha ha ha keep hating.
I'm doing every occupation while yo ass being lazy.
Makin' music make em' face it and I'm making a payment.
They be hating then they wanna get a pic wit me later.
I kick my feet up put my Rafs on the table.
You ain't got no money you just signed to a label.
That nigga geekin' needa' lay off the ya yo.
Stomp em' wit my niggas we kick more than yo drako.
And we kick more than a drako,
Pull up we gone getchu'
End up running yo pockets,
Cuz' I know he don't got it,
Nigga I know you don't got it you shoulda had yo shit witchu.