[Produced by Tim Suby]

Why they worried bout me
Man u couldn't even speak
I dont really understand
Ion eva talk cheap
Swear i dont make songs
All i do is make heat
Spread sheets fulla dolla signs
A Shoebox full of turpentine
Whats a west side shorty
Doing numbers overseas for?
And when they talking cheese what they staring at me for?
For heaven sakes they sayin imma detonate like a C4
See sure, imma key for all these weak whores
But i made my own lane like a detour
You got lessons to learn
A mad bitch bark
And get left on the curb
That shit for the birds
They be dressin like thugs
Be a bitch from the burbs
Don't get mad when i ask
All these bitches to swerve
Oooh i done did it
Dey say i done did it
Say she want war
Tell da gurl come get it
Camping at the top
Man i swear i hear crickets
All these rappers talking bricks
They ain't even seen a chicken
And they say I'm too vicious
But the world so twisted
Id rather be a killer than a black politician
I switch it, then i blade
I be trading stocks while n***as was buying js
Soular system on the way im sorry for the wait
Other n***as drop a mixtape in 30 days
I ain't even got it out but im grossing 30k
Whoever you be
Whoever is sleep
Im living life on a high swear its better than dreams
Why these hoes love to holla they better than me
Let me make it real clear
Im sitting on the hottest mixtape of the year
And you can bet ya bottom dollar that Im killing careers