Believe me i'mma be your god
No one winning chance you even got
Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill
You say i got no skill?
I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win
Got no stendos if you want attention
Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball
Whack rhymes, weak beats, no fans, zero likes, most of all,
Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments
And you ain't got no friends
And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good
Aint my fault your fans find you shit sleepy now look
To show that theres no stoppin when i show these fans.
Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance
You should all be like hopsin and hate fans,
Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance
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