I'm just a rapper, baby
What do I know?
I know y'all n***as in your little barber shops and your motherfuckin', your Chevys right now
You sittin' 'round your motherfuckin' apartments arguin' over who the best, who ain't the best
Who the fuck did this for real, who the fuck did that
I don't give a fuck about none of that shit y'all talkin'
'Cause I ain't did nothin' but gain weight since I got a record deal so I'm not motherfuckin' starvin'
I'm fat as a motherfucker, I'm happy as a motherfucker
And all my bitches fine
So I'm gonna put it like this to y'all n***as, right quick, n***a
Whether you seem me ridin' '96 Impala, 2006 god damn Benz
You better know one motherfuckin' thing, n***a
At the beginnin' and end of it, I'm the shit
Holla at mе, killers, yeah
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