Letras
"Extra! Extra!"
"Huh?"
"Read all about it!"
"You got it!"
Yeah, what's your topic?
Yeah, pop it
There's too many opinions in the glasshouse
This world's full of ego — I'm a cash out
Baby backing up her thoughts like
"What the cash 'bout?"
Put real **** first, tell me what the last 'bout — yeah
**** ain't starting no movement
Ain't got no children
Ain't starting no trends
**** been worrying 'bout popping
That's word to my poppa — ain't got no ends
**** wanna hear my topic about
My problems, myself, and kin
**** wanna stand up 'bout it —
I pulled up 'bout it like, "Bitch, I'm him!"
Seventy-five mill for the walk down
I don't even pop no shit
Parked a couple feels for the outside —
I don't even got no whips
Dressed like rappers and talk like money
Got loose change — **** like the money fake
I don't even spark no Backwood ****
I'm back 'round the woods for the Georgia's sake
I know some **** that's killers
And killers that's bitches
And bitches that run after hoes
I know some verses that surfaced —
I penned up for ****, but **** would never know
I know some **** that's guarding the gate
And they wouldn't let me in
So I kicked in the door
That's what it take —
The decision I make
To kill off you **** —
I'm ready, let's go
I'm feeling unmatched
I'm feeling you all cap
Feel like killing you off
I'm feeling you lost that
Chose to go live it —
The feeling, I'm off that
Golden with the work
And the feeling? You brought that
"And I wanna say one thing
One thing to the American people..."
It's too many opinions in the glasshouse
This world's full of ego — I'm a cash out