Martyr

I thought i told you motherfuckers

That i need this, like

How babies need their water

Imma poet, imma pauper

Imma martyr

Imma author

Imma fully loaded

Automatic, writer with a choppa

It go blocka blocka blocka

If you tryna block my dollars

Block my dollars

Imma block ya number

Imma shot & caller

Betta call the coppas

Kamasutra baby imma money fucker

Copper tubing mayday

Imma shit on all ya

For the kids like me know the kids wanna

See that they can make it when i make it dawg

Im bouta bark, on all you little bitches, collars

Imma colt colbana wrestle for the guala

Cuz the days when mama had to work a job

And then another job and then another job, job uh

Said she needed something cuz her hands hurt harder

So I'm gettin her money that i said id loan, her

Fuck a loan man tho id rather be alone

A part of 1%ers stead of pinching dollars

Cuz i do this for me And do this for her

For the people like me who don't want tomorrow

I thought i told you motherfuckers

That i need this, like

How babies need their water

Imma poet, imma pauper

Imma martyr

Imma author

Imma fully loaded

Automatic, writer with a choppa

It go blocka blocka blocka

If you tryna block my dollars

Block me like Dikembe

Make ya head ache

Pen stay killing muthafuckas when i press play

Going against Me boy u better get some Prep H

Peptaid

Fuck this whole game with my damn brain

Hands ache

Man I been writing too many damn days

Heart of a titan, my mama when'll u get paid

Said I need to fall back? Fuck that man aye

Ain't no plan B, if you never quitting at Plan A

Band aid, put it on my ego when they ain't pay

Labels tried to pass up, boy that was a damn shame

Now my shit gassed up feeling like I'm Anne Frank

Nazi me coming

Then you getting blitzkreiged