I just wanna know how niggas going to Telling on niggas, coming home and it still being cool I wanna know how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers Ain't got no money in real life, but popping, I just wanna know I wanna know, if a nigga ain't really putting it in, but like he putting it in Niggas still it fly like it's cool, I really wanna know man shit getting different out here it's getting spooky
Now that shit went down with Chris, you wrote a check In New Orleans my chain to get respect (you a fraud) So what that me? You a pussy and a fan Say the shit you know the shooters at your neck I just wanna know, if you ain't write that running through the six Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six (Running the six with my woes Counting money you how it goes All the real live baby And the get exposed) Niggas writing for you you know you never did shit When I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to a big fish We the type of to tie your mother up Fuck your sister in the ass and hit your up, pussy You really sweet, I you buttercup You fucking dork you changed the because you studied us Coming with the flow Switching up your We just a refund, this ain't what we paid for Every time that we come, we get what we for Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you king
I wanna know, I just wanna know How niggas acting like they true but really faking People acting it go I just wanna know, I wanna know Was it Miller? Was it Hush or was it Detail where you really got your flow? (Milli that nigga)
make a fake ass nigga look real again Money make a that told look trill again Says a lot about all the that's feeling him But I'ma show you bitch ass niggas we're again Heard that nigga talking we ain't get back yet Let's keep it short, nigga you ain't get your back yet And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that You from Clear Port to buddy pass you miss that jet, hold up
I got to them off of here, that's right I got to take off of here, there's only one And me, you understand? 'Fore all fighting, you understand? Sucka thinks he Sucka he can whoop me And I know he whoop me and I Hey boy, the nigga style is chump, you understand? When it to me you understand Let me get mines Then after I get mine, y'all can do what you do
You know you fucked up You shoulda said nothing Now you're going to have to me a check to stop All I hear is that platinum this Meanwhile I'm on the cover with a platinum I got a platinum rollie, whip Niggas frauds I told the truth, ask me shit All this industry enemy and rap shit never really my style we got cash to get I really started from now it's back to shit Puffy almost caught a when he smacked that bitch up, let that bitch breathe
Yeah is called poppin' shit no cut on it If your feelings get You feel like ohhh an arrogant little No this is the and the truth hurts Haven't I paid my Didn't I weather the is gone and I'm here
You let Tip homie on you in a movie theater nigga, we ain't forget Real back in style this shit is lit This Ja Rule shit and 50 cent