[Intro]
Uh, let's get it
Uh

[Verse]
First off, I fear no man
I don't dick ride, I don't hold hands
No handouts, no silver spoon
A n***a like me got another phone plan
Got some clientele, got my own grams
I had my own plan
I'm a street n***a, I don't sing on tracks
I don't make music for you to slow dance
I make music for you to rock a n***a
Pull up and just pop a n***a
N***as ain't tryn' war it out
They wanna sub tweet and post comments, n***a
Some of y'all need a plan B 'cause this rap shit, it ain't promised, n***a
Go and check them views, go and ask them fans
They'll tell you pussies who the hottest n***a
N***as diss me when they can't get a feature
I'm charging to much for a feature
Our teachers said that we wouldn't be shit
Come to find out we make more than our teachers
If that bitch bad and she know how to fuck
I take her to Cheltenham Mall to get sneakers
Take her to Wendy's and get her some nuggets
And have the bitch screaming, "That n***a got money"
Damn, bitch, is you sucking or not? (No)
Well, get off of my line
Kur, are you worried about n***as? (No)
That's the last thing on my mind
Well, why they all on your dick?
Tweeting and shit that you ain't gon' get signed
They just wasting they time
It costing me nothing to pay them no mind
They just booked my man, took 'em down, they feel fine
They ain't playing fair, they making up lies
They dropped the detainer, ain't making no bond
They tryn' give him life, I just pray he'll be fine
I pray for his mom and hope that she good
Try to kill me? I just hope that they would
Fuck all this shit I posted in (?)
Fuck all this fame, I just hope I get rich
This n***a found out that I'm fucking his bitch
One hour later, he choking the bitch
I'm toting the 5th and I don't fuck around
If you buying ounces, don't talk about pounds
If you got them pounds, then we taking them pounds
They mention me when they think of uptown
Half the bitches I named in my songs
Wasn't fuckin' 'em then, but I'm fucking them now