This is madman
Once again, it's on
Mother fuckers thinking they know me
But they're phony
They bitches, they can blow me
You can't control me
Try to tie me down, but you cannot hold me
You are not the homie
I'm doing big things now
Now they wanna come around
Hitting hard like it's raining now
Creating thundering sounds
Been going through my ups and downs
I try to stay in touch
But I'm not gonna sweat it all that much
I'm finally making ends meet
Not bragging now I'm living sweet
People act like this shit was given to me
I work eighty hours a week
And cowards wanna speak
Like I had my hand out
And got something for free
We can take it to the street
We can keep it all discrete
It would be in your best interest
Not to mention me
Duck inside and pitching the
Get what's coming to me
I don't leave my house without my gun on me
I'm trying to keep it positive
Selective memory
Has got me neglecting my whole perspective
Retrospective
I ain't living in the past
My name has been neglected
I came right back on that ass
Mother fuckers thinking they know me
But they're phony
They bitches, they can blow me
You can't control me
Try to tie me down, but you cannot hold me
You are not the homie
Mother fuckers thinking they know me
But they're phony
They bitches, they can blow me
You can't control me
Try to tie me down, but you cannot hold me
You are not the homie
We used to run the streets
Free-styling to these beats
Now you acting like you do not know me
When I make ends meet
Became the enemy
You never was a friend of me
I'm giving back your energy
When I was down and suffering
I needed you the most
And all the sudden, suddenly
I started popping up on magazines
And now you are in front of me
With problems like I got to solve em
Fuck off of me
You never tried to hit me up
With it was something for free
But now your try to hit me up
When it is something you need
And I'm the person that's a dick
When I leave you on read
I do not understand this life
It's like a game on a screen
Sometimes I wanna help them out
But once you do they will leave
When your on top
I guess it's motivation for you to be
And all that dedication catching up
Can be so discrete
I know your steady waiting for the fall
But there will not be
I see them steady hating on my songs
But still hit retweet, aye
Mother fuckers thinking they know me
But they're phony
They bitches, they can blow me
You can't control me
Try to tie me down, but you cannot hold me
You are not the homie
Mother fuckers thinking they know me
But they're phony
They bitches, they can blow me
You can't control me
Try to tie me down, but you cannot hold me
You are not the homie
You are not the homie
You are not the homie