Thanks, Ghostwriters

I can't stop, cuz I don't know how to Started so I gotta finish, that's how I do Never been the type to make a promise, not come thru If that's you, then I gotta say f*ck you Please excuse ya boy for lookin' hella disgusting Because I've been on my grind, I'm talkin' straight up hustlin' I've been shamelessly aiming all my shit talkin' and anger to people that won't hear it 'till The day I blow and get famous Misbehavin' every day so they remember my name and every single fuckin' reason that I Came in the game Because it's obvious it needs me, not just cuz y'all lame It's cuz it's filled with bums and druggies who don't write what they say I'm playin', okay? F*ck that, go away How you call yourself an artist? It ain't even from your brain Collabing can be dope but ya gotta do somethin' Instead of poppin' xans and only carin' 'bout humping Be thankful your producer's got the lil kids bumping It's catchy so the ladies practice bootical jumping I'm just makin' words up at this point, I'm wild Type of shit you haven't seen for little while, so smile! Young GOAT, take notes, holy shit, like I'm pooping with the pope That's the dumbest shit I've ever freakin' wrote Some might argue it's the track about my loads, I would argue that you're slow, while I Shoot my shot inside your daughter's hole I can't stop, cuz I don't know how to Started so I gotta finish, that's how I do Never been the type to make a promise, not come thru If that's you, then I gotta say f*ck you I'm not stoppin' cuz she's yet to blow the snow up off my pole, up her nose Shawty's dope, ride or die type, I might bring her to my show Get some coochie in the back, on the low If she swallows, then she's comin' on the road No bros, 'less they been there from the start, no joke Been stabbed too many times, in the back, not a poke I've been riding down a slippery slope, drowning sorrows mixed with Coke Waiting for a sign to take the other road I know eventually where I will go It's okay but days get crazy and it gets into the way of chasing goals I'm just tryna make some cake, maybe get baked, and bang a hoe Sorry, that was just my writer who's a ghost - I mean, shit! No, I wrote that, it was me Scout's honor, honestly I'm an artist, I'm retarded, really everybody be I approach it kinda silly but it's really logically I am someone that should be up on your screen - TV Instead we have these people who manipulate and loosely speculate, the facts are Made, they say them anyway I thought I was shameless, guess I gotta step my game up but I'd rather be OG 'n' Unique than fake to get my pay stub - fuckin' dweebs I can't stop, cuz I don't know how to Started so I gotta finish, that's how I do Never been the type to make a promise, not come thru If that's you, then I gotta say f*ck you I'll write everything I spit until I'm dead and done with it cuz only I know me and it's my Life So you don't get to pick whatever chapter's coming next cuz when I f*ck up it's my Mess and I'll address it in the way that I see fit because it's best, so f*ck off