I just wanna know how niggas to jail on niggas, coming back home and it still being cool I just wanna how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna I wanna know, if a nigga ain't really putting it in, but acting like he it in Niggas 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 wrote a In New Orleans wore my chain to get (you a fraud) So what tell 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 that through the six shit Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six (Running the six with my woes Counting you know how it goes All the live forever baby And the get exposed) Niggas 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 your brother up, You sweet, I call you buttercup You fucking dork you the style because you studied us with the same flow Switching up lingo We just want a refund, this ain't we paid for Every time that we come, we get what we for another niggas shit, but you claim you king though?
I just wanna know, I just wanna How these niggas like they 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)
Money make a fake ass look real again Money make a that told look trill again a lot about all the people that's feeling him But I'ma you bitch ass niggas we're real again Heard that other nigga talking we ain't get yet Let's keep it short, nigga you ain't get your back yet And now she rocking with the and now you missed that check You went from Clear Port to buddy pass you miss that jet, up
I got to take off of here, that's right I got to take them off of here, only one And me, you understand? 'Fore all that fighting, you Sucka thinks he Sucka thinks he can me And I he can't whoop me and I Hey boy, the nigga whole style is chump, you it comes to me you understand Let me get first Then after I get mine, y'all can do what you do
You know you up right? You shoulda said nothing Now you're going to have to give me a check to All I hear is platinum that platinum Meanwhile I'm on the with a platinum chick I got a platinum rollie, whip frauds I told the truth, don't ask me shit All this industry fake and rap shit It's never really my we got cash to get I really started from nothing now it's back to Puffy almost a domestic when he smacked that bitch Hold up, let that breathe
Yeah this is called shit no cut on it If feelings get hurt You feel like that's an arrogant little No this is the truth and the truth Haven't I paid my Didn't I the storm? Niggas is gone and I'm
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 shit and 50