What's What

I got everybody looking at me but if you're broke

Watch your pockets don't be looking at me

My lawyer's asking me what way I wanna play it

Gotta see the evidence before I put in my plea

My nigga thinks I done a madting to his food

I told him come to T and you can cook it with me

When I was ghost I didn't see no one for weeks

Only cats was out there looking for me

I got a madting in the car I'm driving out of my district

For the rewards I'm always gonna risk

I got shorty looking at me and she thinks I'm autistic

I don't care I always been a misfit

That phone rings I bet I ain't gonna miss it

When it's all said and done they either smoked or they sniffed it

The reason why it hits different when I did it

I was really fucking broke you just done it for them bitches

I'm with Mazzaleani in the G class the whips farting

Rapping with the addicts way before I was a artist

No budging on the price you better go compare the market

We turned all the other trappers phones off

So when they call me back I pick the phone up and I'm laughing

You could probably scrap a re up out the carpet

He wants to go O but there ain't no going home

So if I send you up there you better finish what you started

Touch down back on my bullshit you just talk shit

If I ain't got it now you know I'm gonna source it

All the risks we took and look how I'm rewarded

I flew to Italy and really spent a mortgage

Anything I like I went in there and bought it

Window shopping as a baby boy that shit was awkward

I never ever thought I'd be able to afford it

I swear the streets is a disease all these R.I.Ps and frees

It's a fast life you ain't got no time to grieve

It's a hard life can't be out here moving weak

All that hate and jealousy believe this is where it breeds

When they posting everything they ain't got no privacy

The internet investigate you more than the police

And I ain't tryna go back in there just ordering canteen

Then it's just me and me they won't send a man a bean

I used to march through that town with the white and that brown

Nowhere to be found Jake's staring me down

Stick out like a sore thumb kicked Clair out the house

It's kinda fucked when you hear how that sounds

I really had to stack all the profit from a ounce

Back then you never know couple Ls and you're down

Know a couple man they couldn't swim they had to drown

I know some man that jumped off the roads and really signed out