Paroles
Why you people chill with me when you ain't know my name?
All the kids who went to school with me don't even know my fame(No)
They don't have a clue about everything that's changed
Why you pussy niggas speaking shit, when there ain't shit you gained?
Why you out here fucking with
All in since I started this?
Nigga I'm out copping shit
Nigga I'm on top of this
Nigga I don't compensate
For the fact I blocked a bitch
Maybe don't be talking shit
Talking like you rocking with
Me
But you ain't
Ever seen me as something more than a fucking laughing stock
Pretending that you're cool with me but you don't even ever talk
You ain't ever hit my line you ain't ever gave a fuck
Now I'm out here killing time writing 15 different songs
Taking off three different thongs
Smoking out six different bongs
Taking out my nine and now that little bitch you love is gone
Fucking with the 12 because that Tysen nigga on my song
Bet that you can't rap along
Nigga you can't tag along
I was singing different shit, but now I rap alone
Sit atop the throne
You just mad I'm gone
Why you niggas talking bout me I ain't even home?
Making music ho
(Yuh)
Nigga I'm on chess shit
All you little pawns playing checkers with yourself bitch
You can't even help it
Ballin on you niggas like I am the Celtics
Spitting so much heat that the microphone be melting
Nigga I can't help it
Bitch I found a beat
Murdering this motherfucker like a gat, straight shot
Bitch dropped
Now I got the cops on my ass
Bitch I gotta blast now
Pow pow pow pow pow
Think I'm gonna pass out
Yuh (Yuh)
Nigga this that Mat sound
Aye (Aye)
Why you niggas mad now?
Yuh (Yuh)
Get me out this sad town
Aye
Got your bitch she mad loud
Aye (Aye)
Think I'll meet my dad now
Aye (Aye)
Thinking bout my past self
Yuh (Yuh)
Shit I'm boutta black out
(Aye, aye)
Killing you niggas with absolute ease
My homies saying this my masterpiece
Bombing the charts now they suing for peace
2nd time nuking em they on they knees
1-9 with the 4-5 on sight
Bitch cry
I'm gunnin down making sure you die
Glock tied to my side
I'll fight all night
Make you run around, looking for a place to hide
Yeah I'm pulling up in a black white whip
Got something to say to me, pull up to my crib
Smoking on that gasoline, I don't give a shit
Hating on me 24, you a fucking bitch
Passing round different whores, like they bag of chips
Fucking round the FA, they ain't worth shit
Never quit on my gang, I ain't blood or crip
Me and my niggas be running this bitch
Make a hunnid racks
Bitches lining up
All I see are racks
What you know bout that?
What you know bout Mat?
I don't need a gat
I been making stacks
They all say I'm bad
I just know I'm that
Bitches think I'm that
This life isn't bad
Smoking hella dope
I ain't tie no ropes
This shit how I cope
Momma give me hope
Fucking hate my phone
Just did my 1st show
Fucking three diff hoes
In the studio
I ain't got a home
Bitch I'm homesick
Mathew Merritt
O/B/O DistroKid