DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?

Don't you understand I was made for this Track after track masses shaking their head And you keep on replaying my shit All the belling the texting the calling My dropbox is filling up nonsense in it So much junk that it's looking so organised Some of you man can make livings in it All the murmurs I'm hearing it All the discourse I'm cheering for it I can never be cancelled I don't give a shit Why the f*ck are man longing for it Don't you understand that I don't give a f*ck Some of you man are still bothered by it Make the shot even when I'm contested Them niggas are on me I'm smothered by them Got the fan accounts made about me Got one girl sampled done it for me Got on broadcasts I made BBC Took this gal on a shopping spree And I bask the attention I roll with the mob I just put on a vibe with my new Saint Laurent You like me and it's bait like your uncle's name Bob This ting wanna bend down and she wan give me top It's three tracks a day minimum or man has flopped Brother look at my basket You don't even know what the boy has just copped Bro from zero to 100 it looks like I hopped But these niggas they never gave the kid a shot When I've kept all this ammo for years never shot Well it's my turn to shoot at the scene every round is a drop And ironic that it's called a drop when I'm evidently getting close to the top Don't you understand that I'm the best Got this chain on me it's clanking on my chest Everyday man thanks God cause I'm so blessed Yeah he wrote my fate it's my turn to do the rest Some niggas ain't see the vision I ain't in your top three you ain't even listen I copped the AP was hands on I copped the rolex was hands on Everything I want is hands on I'm touching these bands I worked seven days a week You already know it's hands on I'm shotting my vision hands on I'm shotting my songs it's hands on I ain't your platform to land on I always have business I stand on Everyday I wake up it's wax on You asked for a feature it's tax on Ain't nothing to smile about caps on Don't you understand I was made for this Track after track masses shaking their head And you keep on replaying my shit All the belling the texting the calling My dropbox is filling up nonsense in it So much junk that it's looking so organised Some of you man can make livings in it Don't you understand that I'm the best Got this chain on me it's clanking on my chest Everyday man thanks God cause I'm so blessed Yeah he wrote my fate it's my turn to do the rest