Ay, I've been spitting truth, only saying what I'm feeling
Making all the moves so I can't see what the deal is
Finally cut loose from the tethers of an illness
Got nothing to prove, all I've got for you is realness, ay
Going deep, you can tell me if you feel it
This is all me, give a f*ck about a gimmick
I ain't losing sleep if you take or you leave it
So keep on talking shit, it's still attention I'm receiving
Every time you drop my name, you preach this shit like you believe it
Trying to steal my fame and all the profits I've been reaping
Obsessing every day over a life that you ain't living
You a lame, need to find a better way to spend your weekend
If you ain't got time to get your racks up
Then you ain't got time to talk shit
And if you're coming to me looking for a handout
Expect a hand across the face you little bitch
"Trying to work, let's collab", who the f*ck are you
I'll only let you on a track if I f*ck with you
I ain't put my name on anything that I ain't wanted to
I'm just being honest, play it fast like in Sonic 2
Never come in last, yeah I'm winning all the races
See me blast past, I can't even see your faces
Dreaming about stacks, seven digits of the paper
Envisioning an empire, you're looking at the maker
If you ain't got time to get your racks up
Then you ain't got time to talk shit
And if you're coming to me looking for a handout
Expect a hand across the face you little bitch
If you ain't got time to get your racks up
Then you ain't got time to talk shit
And if you're coming to me looking for a handout
Expect a hand across the face you little bitch
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Ay, I've been spitting truth, only saying what I'm feeling
Making all the moves so I can't see what the deal is
Finally cut loose from the tethers of an illness
Got nothing to prove, all I've got for you is realness, ay
Going deep, you can tell me if you feel it
This is all me, give a f*ck about a gimmick
I ain't losing sleep if you take or you leave it
So keep on talking shit, it's still attention I'm receiving
Every time you drop my name, you preach this shit like you believe it
Trying to steal my fame and all the profits I've been reaping
Obsessing every day over a life that you ain't living
You a lame, need to find a better way to spend your weekend
If you ain't got time to get your racks up
Then you ain't got time to talk shit
And if you're coming to me looking for a handout
Expect a hand across the face you little bitch
"Trying to work, let's collab", who the f*ck are you
I'll only let you on a track if I f*ck with you
I ain't put my name on anything that I ain't wanted to
I'm just being honest, play it fast like in Sonic 2
Never come in last, yeah I'm winning all the races
See me blast past, I can't even see your faces
Dreaming about stacks, seven digits of the paper
Envisioning an empire, you're looking at the maker
If you ain't got time to get your racks up
Then you ain't got time to talk shit
And if you're coming to me looking for a handout
Expect a hand across the face you little bitch
If you ain't got time to get your racks up
Then you ain't got time to talk shit
And if you're coming to me looking for a handout
Expect a hand across the face you little bitch
Making all the moves so I can't see what the deal is
Finally cut loose from the tethers of an illness
Got nothing to prove, all I've got for you is realness, ay
Going deep, you can tell me if you feel it
This is all me, give a f*ck about a gimmick
I ain't losing sleep if you take or you leave it
So keep on talking shit, it's still attention I'm receiving
Every time you drop my name, you preach this shit like you believe it
Trying to steal my fame and all the profits I've been reaping
Obsessing every day over a life that you ain't living
You a lame, need to find a better way to spend your weekend
If you ain't got time to get your racks up
Then you ain't got time to talk shit
And if you're coming to me looking for a handout
Expect a hand across the face you little bitch
"Trying to work, let's collab", who the f*ck are you
I'll only let you on a track if I f*ck with you
I ain't put my name on anything that I ain't wanted to
I'm just being honest, play it fast like in Sonic 2
Never come in last, yeah I'm winning all the races
See me blast past, I can't even see your faces
Dreaming about stacks, seven digits of the paper
Envisioning an empire, you're looking at the maker
If you ain't got time to get your racks up
Then you ain't got time to talk shit
And if you're coming to me looking for a handout
Expect a hand across the face you little bitch
If you ain't got time to get your racks up
Then you ain't got time to talk shit
And if you're coming to me looking for a handout
Expect a hand across the face you little bitch
Writer: Duncan Cook, Jesse Harbison
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.