Lyrics
Could you be there for me
Would you be there for me
Look, people want handouts
I tell them, knock it off
I was at the bottom treating me like rental cops
They seeing me clearly
They love me at the top
If they watching my pockets, I know they time is off
They push me like pimples, but angry when I pop
Being broke's a mentality
It ain't what you got
Let them haters keep talking
They only want your spot
They peepin through windows, but angry when I shop
T-Y-R-I-Q-U-E
Huh
If you ain't got nobody to hate on, feel free to hate on me
Yeah
I got that natural high
No cannabis, so hold the perk
It's tough to be different
You always put you first
It's cool when you do it, but now your feelings hurt
They bury themselves
I cover up with dirt
They want the whole pie, but they pieces and bits
This a big boy race
I don't rock with a kid
What's a genius to the dumb
You're Morty
I'm Rick
They getting mad
Reel them in like I'm baiting a fish
I vault over haters
I'm uppin the stick
They blind to my good, but bad is what they picked
You can't keep on talking because my comeback's too quick
I stay in they mouths like a wooden toothpick
I stand on my word, and I refuse to run
Work hard for the spot
I don't compare with bums
They be talking dogs
They be smacking they gums
I gave them all the middle
Then I stretch out the thumb
Well, the season been fun
Now to finish them off
I got them looking up to me, so you know I'm the boss
I got the T on my chain
I ain't talking about golf
They say that time is precious, so I'm running the clock
T-Y-R-I-Q-U-E
If y'all don't know, that's me