I just wanna how niggas going to jail Telling on niggas, coming back home and it being cool I just wanna know how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna 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 spooky
Now when that shit went down with Chris, you wrote a In New Orleans my chain to get respect (you a fraud) So what that me? You a pussy and a fan Say the wrong shit you the shooters at your neck I just wanna know, if you ain't write running through the six shit Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running the six with? (Running through the six with my Counting you know how it goes All the real live forever And the get exposed) writing for you cause you know you never did shit When I that 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 brother up, pussy You really sweet, I you buttercup You fucking dork you changed the style you studied us Coming the same flow up your lingo We just want a refund, this ain't what we for time that we come, we get what we came for Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you king
I wanna know, I just wanna know How these niggas acting like true but really faking People acting it go I just know, I just wanna know Was it Quentin Miller? Was it or was it Detail where you really got your flow? (Milli that nigga)
make a fake ass nigga look real again Money make a sucker that told trill again Says a lot about all the people feeling him But I'ma show you bitch ass niggas real again Heard that other nigga talking we get back yet Let's keep it short, nigga you get your chick back yet And now she rocking the chaser and now you missed that check 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 them off of here, only one And me, you understand? 'Fore all fighting, you understand? Sucka he good Sucka he can whoop me And I he can't whoop me and I Hey boy, the nigga whole is chump, you understand? it comes to me you understand Let me get mines Then after I get mine, can do what you wanna do
You know you up right? You shoulda just nothing Now you're to have to give me a check to stop All I hear is that platinum this Meanwhile I'm on the cover with a chick I got a platinum rollie, whip Niggas I told the truth, don't ask me shit All this industry enemy and rap shit It's never my style we got cash to get I really from nothing now it's back to shit almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch Hold up, let that bitch
Yeah this is poppin' shit no cut on it If your feelings get You feel like ohhh that's an arrogant No is the truth and the truth hurts Haven't I my dues? Didn't I the storm? Niggas is and I'm here
You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater nigga, we ain't Real niggas back in this shit is lit This that Ja Rule and 50 cent