Letras
I got a question
How hard is it to really get a mention
I'm impressed
By how much fucking cash that y'all invested
Homie blessed
But why do people say that your rejected
Probably meant that you're an icon
I'd be lying if I said it
Come collect
I never seen no paper only plastic baggies
If I never got a cheque, then why the fuck they hate me
People ask me how we met
I say they kinda shady
Maybe, if they waited till I'm wrecked that mean they kinda rapey
Got a problem when I'm honest, that ain't new to me
Causing problems
Popping bottles
Coming two by three
All they want is drunken models sipping Hennessy
I'm different
I been digging through the fiction in the industry
Upset
There's a lot of fucking things I regret
Thinking I'm blessed
But I got a lot of weight on my chest
I been depressed
But I came to fucking far to regress
I mean I meant it when I said it
I'm a comical mess
Fuck the rest
But the rest of them they can't see the truth
I was cooking in the kitchen while they chilled in the booth
Never ask them what they're missing when they're all drinking booze
Like an addict I been itching for that last fucking hoot
Fuck it, I'm screwed
I'm renewed
I'm the physical proof
I been reviewed
On the news
Then kicked outta the stu
Call me stupid, I ain't do this for no spot in your crew
I only do this for the music, this ain't nothing bout you
But come collect
I never seen no cheque and I don't see no papers
All these chickens wanna bet but I don't see no takers
When they saw me on the net, they sat all with the haters
Waiting just to see what I do next, I guess I'll see you later
Back, I came back
Y'all knew better then that