You holding me back You just don’t know how to act Master lee will attack Anything that’s not fact We’ll matter fact Look how i react On this crazy track Chasing a stack Of art that leave in the back You don’t believe in my raps I plant the seeds take a nap Wake up what’s in my lap The flowers from doing laps I snap well I perhaps I snack you eating scraps In a trap it collapse Wit a boxer in hand wraps I held a door for man I told him he got some nice shoes on when I really like vans What I didn’t understand He said don’t complaint me I’ll fuck you up you ass nigga Wit his finger on the trigger But cash getting bigger I hopped in the whip and told him the store He said where them niggas at don’t bore me I told we kings and getting stormy Don’t worry about them niggas cuz they lames is corny