*im owed
Cause' everybody owe me
Im owed
Nothing can change me nothing they ever told me
Im owed
You got money b**h n***as better show me*
Im owed, and everybody owe me
Even if you dont know me
f** what the teachers told me
I learned it from my homies
Its filthy money show me
Im rich, now b**hes wanna hold me
n***as never loaned me
sh**, but its alright yall phoney
Cuz i got only one homie
And thats in my pocket
Better yet my wallet
f** wit my hustle
And im reachin for my buckle
f** a tustle
Imma have to bust two
They gon' make yo head a puzzle
Lookin at yo face puzzled
And stuck
Thinkin this boy jus got f**ed
Cuz that boy jus got bucked
And they boy jus got trucked
That boy ran outta luck
But who gives a f**
Make a mil off a song
You can't cuz you do it wrong
My style is for the fame
Broke n***as gon' stay lame
f** out my lane
Before i release pain
From your dome to ya brain
Im only leavin blood stains
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Nobody can hold me back from the money
Cuz i been workin to hard and my wallets kinda hungry
Nobody knew that sk**s could k**
Lemme get off this track i got shoes to fill
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You ain't think my grind could die that easy
Thoughts like that would have ya mother queezy
f** old heads in the game, call themselves weezy
The f** is that? Last nights streezy?
A streezy is a strag
A hoe with no dad
But whats a hoe?
Ya momma on for show
With no body to rock the boat
I tell that b**h get up out my face
Ain't no way im fillin her sons place
Or her husband
And i know her mans loved mens
So f** outta here wit nonsense
Like your gonna be at the top
Tryin to help your record drop
Who the f** uses records anymore
Your daddy works at a f**in record store
Last time i checked ya daddys f**in poor
Ya momma is a who*e
Ya girl a whale washed up on shore
Im not lettin the poor endure
The pain that ive felt before
Couldn't get on your feet
But now have b**hes jumpin out they seat
To sing along to the beat
I keep breathing cuz i won't accept defeat
Im owed by all you n***as
And if i dont get paid soon im pullin triggas
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