[Verse 1]

Leave your ace on his face, free killer Cam n***a murder was his case. (What else?)
Hit the scoreboard n***a, leave what you thinking on the floorboard n***a. (What else?)
This chain cost 80, I'm a cash money millionaire like baby. (What else?)
N***as thinking it's a game, I'm beefing with some rappers and I dont know none of their names. (What else?)
He acting like it's good, on the internet but he can't go back to his hood. (What else?)
N***a acting like Gotti, he ain't slide through but he keeps catching bodies. (What else?)
N***as dressed in all black, cater on my lap is how we do it in Iraq (What else?)
Free my brother Stink, all headshots n***as better not blink. (What else?)

[Chorus x2]

Imma speak my mind, I don't fuck with your kind you be lying on a n***a though. Trynna block my shine bitch I been on my grind, what you lying on a n***a for? Throwing salt in my name, throwing salt on my game, what you mad at a n***a for? That's a motherfucking shame, you a motherfucking lame. You'll never be that n***a though

[Verse 2]

Backup n***a, backup only bitch I love is my motherfucking chopper. (What else?)
I'm the most hated dick so good that your girlfriend ate it. (What else?)
I heard it's a war, I'll open up a n***a brain like a door. (What else?)
I be purging with my bros, lifting up suckas like Lamborghini doors. (What else?)
These rap n***as phony, they claim one mob cause they cliqued up on me. (What else?)
I'm really in the field, I'm a mandatory check a n***a with the steal. (What else?)
They banned you from Sac, n***a stop lying in yo motherfucking raps. (What else?)
You think the boy broke, my drill team n***as, they'll kill you for the low. (What else?)
[Chorus]

Imma speak my mind, I don't fuck with your kind you be lying on a n***a though. Trynna block my shine bitch I been on my grind, what you lying on a n***a for? Throwing salt in my name, throwing salt on my game, what you mad at a n***a for? That's a motherfucking shame, you a motherfucking lame. You'll never be that n***a though

[Verse 3]

I'm fighting for my life, you the type of n***a who be fighting for yo wife. (What else?)
You dont wanna see me win, 3 times 10 with a Z up on the end. (What else?)
Imma speak my mind, alot of these n***as trynna block my shine. (What else?)
Jerome hold em on the rounds, riding through the town trynna knock sum down. (What else?)
These rap n***as fake, n***a you a rat imma feed you to the snakes. (What else?)
I ain't ever had shit, all I ever wanted was a project bitch. (What else?)
Them 30 boys gone, shoutout to them baby K's n***as in the O. (What else?)
I do it for the team, 5 point 7 blow a n***a out his jeans. (What else?)

[Chorus]

Imma speak my mind, I don't fuck with your kind you be lying on a n***a though. Trynna block my shine bitch I been on my grind, what you lying on a n***a for? Throwing salt in my name, throwing salt on my game, what you mad at a n***a for? That's a motherfucking shame, you a motherfucking lame. You'll never be that n***a though