Everywhere I Go

Everywhere I go, all I see is people who fake

The other half, they really hate

Don't wanna see you shine

They think they're gonna steal my fame

But God already said I'm great

So y'all ain't botherin' me

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Y'all ain't botherin' me

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Look, y'all

It seems like I'm a journey to be rich

I meet tricks, hate when you catch a little lick

And they quick to take a figure out

Dudes actin' like they girls with your name up in they mouth

Without a doubt, tellin' stories like they CNN

He got Benz, he got ends, so you pretend

And it's a sin, see

It's already said that I should be rich

And you actin' all mad 'cause I'm stackin' this grip

Ain't that a bitch, when I hustle for this

Misery loves company but misery is hatin' this man

And it seems like rappers show nothin' but DJ's hate

DJ on DJ hate, I won't get no support, great

And really there ain't no particular reason

And it seems to me as if hatin' now has four seasons

The same damn talkin' in your face all cheatin'

I wanna kill 'em, but instead I appease 'em

I left Sony 'cause they phony but I bounced back

My deal worth eight mill, nigga count that

I told Hatter I'm a rider and I mean that

I rap about the street life 'cause I seen that

I had bricks in nine-nine, you better ask around

I take whatever you can pay me with a half a pound

But the next time you better have my cash right

Matter fact I made two hundred last night

What you mean Flip ain't a real street nigga?

Don't think I changed 'cause I'm rappin' on these beats, nigga

The critics hate to admit it but I go hard

My street money bought that Bentley in my front yard

Look, y'all don't bother me, but your bitch do

She pack my thirty bricks, I bet they get through

Drop in March, but this'll hold you out