1:06 FREESTYLE

Wanna know who I am People actin' foolish, man, they say that they my fan I'm the only dude that had my back until the end So I'm gettin' money, man, I'm stackin' up the bands Yeah, rappin' on the beat and I ain't even goin' in Why the f*ck you look at me, bitch? I know that you are my fan I don't even know about it, man, I do it to the end People wanna say they talkin', yeah, they talkin' to my hand All some fuckin' foreign language shit that I don't understand Bitch, you're born and you're basic, I don't give a fuckin' damn Goddamn, I'm the man, gotta go and get him when I'm countin' on my bands Get the money, dance, yeah, do the runnin', man I don't even know if you even understand Hold up, bitch, you really wanna try to blow up, grow up Hold up, wait a minute, we gon' show up, know us Everybody wanna get to know us, no trust In these fuckin' bitches, they got no buds, no lust In this fuckin' reppin', we be focused, notice I don't give a f*ck if you don't notice Bidda boom, badda bang, yeah, I'm doin' my thing I don't even gotta rap, I don't even gotta sing Yeah, you talkin' bout a chopper, yeah, you gonna let it bang Why the f*ck you cleanin' cities? Homie, you ain't in a gang