[Intro]
Yep, yep, yep
Yep-yep-yep
Mhm, hm, tonight I tell the truth, I love you

[Chorus]
(I said)
You don't gotta like me
Your bitch love me, you think it's a game
But I ain't fucking with you, yeah
N***as see my style and try to take it
Fuck the fake ass n***as they won't make it through
Gotta watch your back (aye)
Gotta watch your back (aye)
Don't know how to act (whoa)
And I can't relax (I can't)
No I can't sit still (I don't)
Gotta get rich forreal (yeah)
No I can't sit still (woo!)
I don't need no deal

[Verse 1]
So whats the deal?
Why they hating on me?
Shake my hand in public
But know they faking on me
Yeah, they see me on top
And now they waiting on me
Everybody in my city
Try create and clone me
They see me do something
Now they want to do the same?
That monkey see, monkey do
Stan stay disdain
I swear to god, these n***as lame
Yeah they all some stains
I had to change to switch the label
Before getting great, yeah
Now I gotta shrink the circle
N***as that I used to fuck with
I would murk now
I swear to god they all deserve
All the hurt now
I gotta get [?] all the purp now
N***as jealous talking 'bout
How I get cash, I don't understand
They can kiss my ass
N***as jealous in my business
N***as actin' like some bitches
I can't stand they got me twisting
Out my hair I'm feeling vicious
I won't understand a thing about
This game, till I see fucking change
And these n***as act less fake to me
[Chorus]
You don't gotta like me
Your bitch love me, you think it's a game
But I ain't fucking with you, yeah
N***as see my style and try to take it
Fuck the fake ass n***as they won't make it through
Gotta watch your back (aye)
Gotta watch your back (aye)
Don't know how to act (whoa)
And I can't relax (I can't)
No I can't sit still (I don't)
Gotta get rich forreal (yeah)
No I can't sit still (woo!)
I don't need no deal

[Break]
Alright hold up, hold up, start the beat
For a minute, mmm

[Verse 2]
I am on a new level
They all copy me yeah
Its so hard denying
I am who you want to be yeah
N***as take my style and wildin'
Now they want to see how I'm from it
But I swear to god they got my grind runnin'
Now I'm hungry
Count hunnids that's a dream now
Starting to see and I gotta fly in to New York
Don't want to fly though
I hate how it's screwed up
Swear to god I'm going out
The way [?]