歌词

I remember days at my grandma's house

Sleeping on the couch, whole fam on the ground

Dirty lil' bitch in the back talk down

But her friend sent a pic with her ass all out

Got em' all mad. Get a bag! You broke!

I been off that. It's sad, you know?

Seen you on the gram. Stand back. Bitch pose!

I'm about to shoot a mag. Click, clack. You Vogue!

Said you don't need a scrub. That's why you a stank hoe!

I don't do the club. Rather pull up to the bank hoe

You won't get a crumb from me. Pockets on that Panko

Shawty want the love. Feeling up like it's the tank low

Lame hoe. Better lay low

Looking like a peso. Keeping it a bank note

Better take notes. I been all about a bank roll

Check the pay roll. I'm an a-hole, but I ain't broke!

Lately I been like **** you pay me

Hate me all you want. Bitch, go crazy

Ladies all on my shit too hasty

Save me! All of them want my baby

Daily mother ****ers talk fugazi

Shady. Talk shit? Bitch, 180

Face me! Nothing you say gon' phase me

Wake me when somebody don't betray me

Long time coming and I'm better than I ever been

And I got my team on my back like a letter man

They ain't wanna let him in. Left me in the rain with the mic

Something like I was a weatherman

Running up the paper like the pacer

Torn ripped Chuck Taylors to fits tailored

Treat a bitch like a drink sir. Never chase her

**** the game. I could knock it up the way I'm putting in labor

Now, run it back one time

I was down bad, but it runs in the blood line

Shoot it out back. Think it's done, but it ducked by

I would shout Dad, but nobody once come by

Never been a tough guy

Never sold work. Boy I did it. Yeah I bust mine

But got hella friends moving tree like a mudslide

Bussing mother ****ers like a table when it's lunch time

So without rap, you would see me in the front lines

I'm that mother ****er used to being in the background

No one understood me, now they feel me like a pat down

Once was a rookie but got a bag now

Hip-hop champ! Need the belt like a bad child

No time for bitches who wanna act out

Or these mother ****ers befriending me for a hand out!

What I need is when I look into that crowd

To see you head bob like a bitch when I glance down

I know you mad! I know you still want me back!

I know you keeping them tabs on all of my raps

That shit is pathetic in fact

That shit is embarrassing

Talk to yo therapist

You and yo mama can suck a fat hairy dick!

Where was the parenting?

Choke on yo arrogance

Me and yo money? There ain't no comparison

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• conscience
• Syndrome