Fuck I Look Like

Fuck I look like? No, really

Fuck I look like?

I look like you got me fucked up, is what I look like

You're looking at me like I'm not

Supposed to be standing here next to you

So never ask that I speak for anyone but me

Represent anything but what I stand for and

Fight for anything but what I believe in

And if anybody ever expects me to do anything

But be myself, they got me fucked up

I'm doing two-a-days on the late shift, wrist whippin' up the cake mix

I'm in the kitchen, cook with my niggas

Like them days we packed up in the basement

Keep a couple bitches in rotation, we call that trap entertainment

Got a hundred thou' in the safe, I'm just staring at it in amazement

But it's millionaire motivation, either really blind or they hate me

But either way, fuck this industry, best

Believe I'm 'bout to keep 'em waitin'

I got the fans in the stands, couple bitches off the ground

Have 'em backstage on the couch, but shit, they all up for grabs

I'm going max on the sav', niggas cuffin', they in sad mode

I'ma treat rap like the bando, where they gettin' they cash flow

I'm smokin' my own weed, Stoney Point OG, send it OT

And you could probably get an OZ for the low fee if you know me

If not, nigga, full price, what the fuck I look like?

I just X'd out fake friends, say goodbyes

Pour Henny for the good times

I cannot do that negative shit, I cannot do that hatin'

I will not do that smile-in-your-face backstabbing combination

What the fuck I look like? Huh?

What the fuck I look like? Huh?

What the fuck I look like?

Doin' what they do, nah, that shit ain't the move

Get the paper, play it cool, ooh

What the fuck I look like?

Sayin' what they say, nah, that shit ain't the way

Stay paid now the way, ayy

Now niggas wishin' that they had the vision

Go against 'em was a bad decision

Money stackin', we some mathematicians

And we only addin', ain't no division

Fuck I look like worryin' 'bout the next man, uh?

I'm Jimi Hendrix with the acid tabs and the headband

Psychedelic with the mic in the left hand

Go against, you a dead man, .9 on the nightstand

Right next to your girlfriend, fuck 'em all 'til the world end

Wasn't here when the whirlwind hit, niggas come with the bullshit list

But ask about 'em next year and I bet that them names don't exist

What the fuck I look like? Huh?

What the fuck I look like? Huh?

What the fuck I look like?

Doin' what they do, nah, that shit ain't the move

Get the paper, play it cool, ooh

What the fuck I look like?

Sayin' what they say, nah, that shit ain't the way

Stay paid now the way, ayy