Fan Service

Do it on my own if I have to, y'all don't see the vision Put it in your face and you miss it, need a new prescription Body you in everything, Bali for another mission When I'm at the top, I hope I see you with them taking pictures Try to know my story You aint listen to my word Now I'm jumping into action Got my Jordans over birds Lyrics for my ammunition Get up off my turf If I hear your say my name You gon' learn to eat the dirt We lit, We lit Mario kart in the whip Tryna be humble, my hand on her hips He want the handles, I'm busting his lip Legacy vinyls on all of my rims Buy into me, ok here come the pitch Talking your shit ok here come the switch I aint talking 'bout guns, fully auto my fists Talking bout where I been bitch, I been here Meeting me feel like a whole lot of fear Go for the top for the shit that I want If y'all aint come up with me, stay out my ear Don't even know all the shit that I done I haven't seen your ass in too many years Fuck outta here I aint owing you one I sharpen my game, you not one of my peers Genocide for the fake people in my life Stepping in new bounds, not gon' follow me with a knife Family big as fuck that's why I keep the circle tight Y'all can't find me in the day, I'm always turning up at night Check the news I'll cover every page and every site Spit a few then boot it up, my shit I like to type Your girl open up to me I didn't even pry Guess I must reiterate That I'm that motherfucking guy Had a warning Mad I caught you snoring Now I'm up by forty Got my passion boiling I'll be mad obnoxious When I start my touring Yeah I know I'm bitter I know what I'm recording Little bird said you thought that my shit boring Dripping so hard I feel like I could pour it If I'm in the game then you know I'm scoring Get in all your playlists Pleasure with guilt go ahead and cave in Still can't see, Yeah you might need lasik I'm the real shit thats facts let's face it Y'all don't like when I'm changing huh? I don't like where y'all staying dumb Y'all don't believe me now Your man i beat him out Jinchuriki inside me and he being loud How would I remember your name you aint seen around Might as well stay fucking cut off Get in the ocean I go through the motions Y'all seeing me struggle, now watch from the coast and I'm getting to work, it's my money I'm rolling My bars are this nice, no they not bought Smoke you in the whip thats a hot box Hole in your ego that's my shot Poster up outside the door for you Said I aint nothing well shit I guess not, huh Messy for cheese like ricotta How much you down? I said nada I don't be bugging Til you getting comfy I sit your ass down wearing Prada