I don't give a f*ck how you feelin'
I'm out here hustlin' wheelin' and dealin
Shit be hard but you're clueless
Out here wastin' space you're f*ckin' useless
You have no idea what the struggle looks like talkin' shit like you Dolomite (bad motha f*cka)
Thinkin' livin' a struggle is a flex cappin' talkin' bout you livin' in the jects
The jects ain't nothin' to brag about tryna work hard and get the f*ck out
Tired of lookin' at all these drugs all these people actin' like they da plug
People out here wanna be thugs till they ass get hit with a slug
Face on the ground layin' in blood now he a snitch ratn' on the plug
All I see is a fake-ass flex
You gon' have nothin' but a lot of regrets
You claimin' stacks but your pockets thin
Flexin' on the gram tryin' to fit in
Makin' it in the rap game feelin' real good got dem bands stacked makin' it out the hood
Sometimes I wanna go back And reflect where I came from
Thinkin' of all the memories and feelin' numb
Knowin' all the tragedies that I succumbed
I can't settle for less I can't be a bum
I know that you see it the world in my palms
I been so mellow I been movin' calm
But soon as I drop, it's gon' sound like a bomb
I'm that bitch preferably a goddess
Don't have a lot of options but I'm still the topic
Whatever I post I know you gon' watch it
Soon as I buy me a Cuban and watches
But let's not be misunderstood
Grannie wanna see y'all doin' good
There's enough money to go around
We could be doin' it pound for pound
Makin' it in the rap game, feelin' real good got dem bands stacked, makin' it out the hood
Makin' it in the rap game, feelin' real good got dem bands stacked, makin' it out the hood