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