Fuck That

Yeah, everybody got a breakin' point Yeah, na na na na [Verse 1] I move with P. Stones and Igbos For any rappers tryna play the hero For any peasant tryna play Debo on some tough guy shit You not a tough guy, bitch You mad 'cause the girl you wanna fuck sucked my dick You were a high school loser, now a bitter adult I handle your karma myself, that's a quicker result Raisin' money to kill me 'cause y'all be poppin' the pills Take the money, save the money for your hospital bills, bitch They think it's sweet because my skin tone Little bitch, I been known People that extend beyond my zipcode Copie role Old National highway Spelled it out for out-of-towners comin' at me sideways Old Nat I can't want for them to get you Y'all stalkers studied up on me, can't wait for them to test you Old Nat I'm unassumin' so you're unprepared I might make them film it, show the world you're fuckin' scared [Chorus] They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that 'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that Stop playin' with me, playin' with me Somebody gon' end up hurt Stop playin' with me, playin' with me I promise I see every word [Verse 2] Yeah, I got big and your bitch is the proof I got bigger when the media twisted the truth These insecure grown men I've never met Y'all don't have a cause If people like me don't exist, y'all don't have a job You a bitch, you probably got fucked in the pen You still a bitch, you just got stuck with a pen Fuck the clickbait, political bitch-made journalists Most of y’all are pussies, smell like fishbait I dictate my hours, how 'bout you? I made four million in four minutes bitch, how 'bout you? Like a Final Four moment that I'll never forget I wore a fuckin' T-shirt and then I cut through the neck I win We'll never meet, you're not rich enough bitch All your disses don't reach, you're not big enough bitch Y'all be dissin' for the clout, that's how poppin' I am One phone call, this phone is like a Glock in my hand [Chorus] They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that 'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that Stop playin' with me, playin' with me Somebody gon' end up hurt Stop playin' with me, playin' with me I promise I see every word [Verse 3] Yeah This whole nation is so shaken by the approach taken My soul is exposed naked, I’m blatant, I'm so brazen That's why I'm the most hated, runnin' on low patience I'm road pavin', screamin' truth until my throat's achin' No chasin', after shows hoes waitin' Y'all careers keep failin', study mine, start note takin' Carvin' my name in the game in bold face Nowadays, a hundred thousand dollars feels like no payment So jaded, real gold, I used to wear gold-plated That's when I was located in my come-up broke phases I'm on a new chapter, turnin' back to those pages It's hard when you're so famous, I can't be in both places Jugglin' both stages The most that I can do is show traces All I ask for in return is just go where the growth takes us I propose a toast to those who don't condone fake shit Game is full of squares, I'm just here to reshape it Mixin' up my message, stop trying to rephrase it Listen to the truth, stop trying to translate it This is coming from a winner, trust me when I say it You'll never be a main act if you can't maintain it And to the people threatenin', makin' bold statements I got people that love the sounds of fists flyin' and bones breakin' Your green room's just a box, they gon' catch you, no fakin' They're the kings of fuckin' people up in small enclosed spaces [Inverted Chorus] Stop playin' with me, playin' with me Somebody gon' end up hurt Stop playin' with me, playin' with me I promise I see every word They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that 'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that [Outro] *Wolf howling*