You wanna prove to the world
That I ain't shit
Fuck your money and your cars
Man I flow on the beat
Never thought people would live their life
Talking shit
I just try to live my life
Where I benefit
You wanna prove to the world
That I ain't got shit
I'm a broke guy
But I still do it
They say you ain't got cash
Man
I ain't got no money
Fuck the world for
Trying and make me live in poverty
Yeah
They wanna stop my cash flow
I'm fucking twenty two
Twenty three tell me
What the fuck should I do
At sixteen I never took this shit
Seriously
I never knew the world was trying
And make me go crazy
Seventeen all they do is try to fuck with me
Fuck the system
Shoot a Glock
Might shoot somebody
Man I'm tired of singing song
It's seven years already
Everybody wanna talk
This shit is so fucking
Lazy
I'm tired of singing songs
It's seven years already
Never gave a middle fuck
About this fucking industry
Damn
What the fuck they want from me
I'm a have a million songs
By the time I'm thirty
Huh
By the time I'm fucking thirty
I'm a have a million songs
Fuck the world
For creating me
I don't really know what they want from me
All I wanted to see
Was a fucking Destiny
I might have a million songs
By the time I'm thirty
Fuck the world
For trying and destroy me
They never create me
Everybody wanna know who I be
That's what I see
R.I.P
Everything
My life is starting all over
This use to be me
When I was eighteen
Tell me why I let them take it from me
They trying and stop me
I keep on migrating
I keep on moving
They keep on demonstrating
They want me to stick one place
And they keep on lusting
Wanna show the whole world
I'm a broke mother fucker
So what the fuck with the world
If I'm a broke guy
Yeah that's me
You wanna prove to the world
That I ain't got no money
Who give a fuck about the world
When you broke and hungry
I'm a be shooting after the world
When my pocket empty
The world wanna shoot after me
You ain't taking my money
What you wanna prove
You all about making statements
Mother fucker
The only statements I make
Is in my bank statements
Everybody keep on talking
Like whatever whatever
What you wanna prove
You ain't shit
You mother fucker
Talking about you got the Glock
You got your gang
Oh funny
Everybody wanna know
Who the fuck I be
What you wanna prove to the world
R.I.P
Everybody wanna see
What I see
They wanna have the same
Vision as me
Visionary
Scary
I don't know what the fuck
They wanna plot from me
I got some older people
Telling me that I'm a boss
In society
I got some people telling me
That they respect me
But I'm like fuck that shit
Man I don't need your respect
People keep on talking
Look in the mirror see reflect
Reflection
Fuck this shit
Like addition
Competition
Everybody want to bring their
Fucking contribution
Fuck your attribution
I don't need your fucking
Portfolio
All you want to talk is
Role around like a
Hula oh
(Chuckle)
(Kiss teeth)