Lyrics

[Verse:] Wake up, bitches it's me I've been gone for a minute I gave you bitches about a year And you ain't did shit with it Fuck are you gonna do if If I did quit spittin If I did say fuck the rap shit Move away and took care of my children Now I'm too mothafuckin hot to be chillin Bout to light it up and burn down your village Hear ye, hear ye I get paid yearly One, two, three, four, five, six digits Meanwhile, I'm laid back in the six whippin through traffic like I'm runnin from the fuckin lieutenant Boy I keep blowin my money but I'm fucking with a woman that insist that I save every penny Nah, I can't save this game it's hopeless I'm so disappointed These niggas just loafin They braggin 'bout small paper Nigga that's a post it You just can't wait to get on Instagram and post it Help Is On The Way I was pushing so hard trying to get a message to ya just to open Message undelivered, return to sender, I guess I should have paid more for the postage Ain't life grand Niggas ashamed to admit they a fan Cause they rap too I remember when I used to rush home To watch Rap City every afternoon [Rap City sample] I used to love this shit, I swear Now I'm like fuck this shit, I don't care All I wanna do is fight and the gang got scared Now I'm movin with my auntie and uncle in Bel Air And if my words upset you So what, really I could give two fucks Add another nail to your coffin Mention me, now it's hammer time Better tool-up I got a lotta loose screws, slow it down, to get screwed up Same bitch gave the whole team head See her with her nigga, she act like she never knew us I ain't waitin' for peace I'm wavin' the piece And taking a piece You had your chance, however brief Now you should think about taking a Seat Look what I make in a Week My pockets are greedy I don't take a break, I repeat You niggas doing the most You doing the most but you making the least While I prepare every plate for a feast We see eye to eye We don't have to agree They say the heart is a house for love Right now I'm thinking 'bout breaking the lease You and your goons You don't look so crazy to me You look like the Brady's to me My knives are sharp and serrated for beef We holding court with AKs in the street I got no rules, I say what I please I do what I want, I take what I need Life is a bitch When she hand me lemons, I pull out the hammer and make lemon squeeze My flows a disease I'm 'bout my Cut like an amputee Tricks up my sleeve Live everyday like I'm on a retreat Strapped for a war, but I'll never retreat Keep makin money, I'm never complete I'm never content, I'm never at ease All I ever knew how to do is compete And now all that's left to compete with is me They say when you no longer able to play The day you let go is the day you can teach On that note Even if I lose, I learn So I'll never know the taste of defeat Godspeed