[Intro]
Ain’t anyone fvcking with the mufvcking god (?)
Know what I’m saying?
Lexicon legend, hahaha
[Hook/Chorus]
N!ggas hate and n!ggas love
N!ggas hate and n!ggas love
N!ggas hate and n!ggas love
[Verse 1]
Fvck with me
Mh, yeah, packing my bag, n!gga
Tell them n!ggas who so called pa**, I’m on that a**, n!gga
Rare b!tches in Raf Simmons, my pack lit up
Loud in me, im flying high as Faloring singing
Boy, back in my groove, youngin
Hundred-thousand for j**els, but it’s cool, I let my glues cover
And the hoes love it, but I got a good woman
And I never post it cause all them vultures will probably hover
What up? Thugging addressing the ma** public
Attitude is fvck it, I’m living what they covet, so run it
Younging troubled, beginning was humble
N!ggas flexing for that Gram, but they living with their Mothers
They s**ers, they lying they liars, V’s on my tire
It’s two things I never mind is their opinion and stylists
I’m riding I’m sorry, Folaring gotta be so defiant
See you Chiciate, Chico, leave your people to violet
Violent, quiet, I’m young, stacking my fund
And the back of the backing I got my back to the sun
Got my eye on this young chick who be acting and such
Never act up in public and really ratchet and clueless
I’m quite distinguished, and rarely do I mingle
And I really do my thing out here, really I just (?)
Eyes is on the prize, moon is in the sky
I used to sit up at night like I knowing this isn’t right, like god!