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