I have been talkin a lot of my shit Seein this money I don’t need no bitch I guess I got the short end of the stick Runnin it up so I give em a flick I ain’t got nothing But I don’t cook McMuffins Given em something I feel like they lovin They run on me Dunkin They have been drivin me crazy These rappers they do not amaze me They drop one and then they get lazy I know that they cannot replace me I’m takin the wheel like I’m racing I feel like my mind it be spacing I’m talking bout things that I’m facing They tie it all up but no lacing They getting old I think I see some fuzz Finding the motive and I want the buzz They won’t be better than me in a lightyear Sike I’m just kidding but bitch I am right here I have been hearing this shit in my right ear The flight gear I might steer Dark nights here These bitches yeah they out of sight here Got the mic rear In my palm clear Sweat drippin I feel like I might veer To the other side where there’s no deer They grippin the grain and there’s no beer And I’m takin the shots like it’s new year But not us Cause I’m new here And I’m back again on my high horse The stick and the circle we write Morse I think that they gave you the wrong source Cause bitches they bang on my car door And I’m comin up yeah and I want more These fuckers are STI cold sore I hit up the mall buy the whole store I threw all my darts but I want four yeah