Introvert (15:20)

you hating cuz yo money aint right gots no hustle your game aint tight, you not dripping you leaking lie every time you speaking, high on your own product tweaking thats week shit peep this other rappers is boring have me snoring im henny pouring up showing out because i gotta find me dressed in gucci at the Ramada bitches call me big poppa i got the lamma clips like bananas we not pull pistol we pull canons im last man standing asses i handem pick my victims at random fucking bitches in tandem police cant standem my chains made of platinum heavy metal not want be at the end of my barrel better be agile quick on your feet you stepet in some shit and its deep your momma crying to sleep soe what you reap ima theif late at night i creep silent as a grave its the money i crave heat your bloc like a microwave missong like a castaway ya ina shallow grave turning grey froaam decay hating cuz your mothafuccing money aint right got no hustle you game aint tight you not dripping leaking lie Everytime ya speaking not practice what you preaching you begging pleading bleeding needing an ambulance boy had an accident when it come to the game im passionate getting money addament im the shit like flatulence high on cannibus in the persuet of happiness you see what happen is