[Intro]
So, I finally got the flyers to post that shit up
I've already talked to her about the album coming
That booking email is not working, I'm pretty sure motherfuckers is tryna to book shows, do interviews and shit
Payment, Sed' needs a payment, he said the one you gave him not—
[Verse 1]
It's fucked up, got 20 hoes I don't know in my section
The price of fame will have you broken, and people feel neglected
My momma got doctor bills, my auntie like "you don't visit'
Auntie, I'm tryna get it for real, get it for real, just playing for no scrimmage
I always imagined myself ridin' in a Bentley
On a plane to Dubai, finna shit on all these bitches (Aye)
First name Richard, net worth: 2 milli'
I remember how all of you niggas did me (Yeah, yeah)
Look at you, how it feel to sell shoes?
I don't come down to yo' job and knock the laces out your boots
So don't speak on what I do, fall back, lil' homie, cool
Yeah, cool, like how I do, before you peaked in high school, yeah
My fires pull up, red flag, these hoes have a race to make me bust
Let me raise it, check the flag, uh
Baby, throw the towel in
I was all alone while you was with your friends, takin trips and making plans
Yeah, speed it up, jook, jook
Fuckin' with lil' baby, let's have a convo before I beat it up
Yeah, heat it up, jook, jook
Walkin with a body on my gun, but I'm clean as the fuck
Aye, keep it tucked, jook, jook
Made it through the hate and fake love, I'm the fuckin' one
Nigga, left step, uh, nigga, right step
Nigga, side step, I'm a giant
Modern day success story, treat me like I'm Rocky
My nigga Shauny P doin' pushups in Riker's
I could not acknowledge you niggas if I was spiteful
But I'm not that grown and I am that spiteful
Consider yo' lil' bitch gone, cause imma snipe her
(I got everything she want), She won't even try to duck from this rifle
I might go to Staten Island, live in Park Hill projects
In the club in a bathrobe like Chin Gigante
So, I finally got the flyers to post that shit up
I've already talked to her about the album coming
That booking email is not working, I'm pretty sure motherfuckers is tryna to book shows, do interviews and shit
Payment, Sed' needs a payment, he said the one you gave him not—
[Verse 1]
It's fucked up, got 20 hoes I don't know in my section
The price of fame will have you broken, and people feel neglected
My momma got doctor bills, my auntie like "you don't visit'
Auntie, I'm tryna get it for real, get it for real, just playing for no scrimmage
I always imagined myself ridin' in a Bentley
On a plane to Dubai, finna shit on all these bitches (Aye)
First name Richard, net worth: 2 milli'
I remember how all of you niggas did me (Yeah, yeah)
Look at you, how it feel to sell shoes?
I don't come down to yo' job and knock the laces out your boots
So don't speak on what I do, fall back, lil' homie, cool
Yeah, cool, like how I do, before you peaked in high school, yeah
My fires pull up, red flag, these hoes have a race to make me bust
Let me raise it, check the flag, uh
Baby, throw the towel in
I was all alone while you was with your friends, takin trips and making plans
Yeah, speed it up, jook, jook
Fuckin' with lil' baby, let's have a convo before I beat it up
Yeah, heat it up, jook, jook
Walkin with a body on my gun, but I'm clean as the fuck
Aye, keep it tucked, jook, jook
Made it through the hate and fake love, I'm the fuckin' one
Nigga, left step, uh, nigga, right step
Nigga, side step, I'm a giant
Modern day success story, treat me like I'm Rocky
My nigga Shauny P doin' pushups in Riker's
I could not acknowledge you niggas if I was spiteful
But I'm not that grown and I am that spiteful
Consider yo' lil' bitch gone, cause imma snipe her
(I got everything she want), She won't even try to duck from this rifle
I might go to Staten Island, live in Park Hill projects
In the club in a bathrobe like Chin Gigante
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