OLD SHIT

Shoutout all the motherfuckers that's been doubting me This shits for you and only you '23 16 Come find me Bitch I'll be up in the clouds Smoking a pound Rapping this shit to a crowd Bigger than any town you been around I'm doing the shit that you dreaming about Bitches bow, the kings been crowned Without a doubt The inspiration for your sound It's funny how the competition got plowed By the youngest motherfucker without an ounce of clout If you tryna have beef imma give you the whole cow Bottles up these shots come in rounds Ex hoes can't find a rebound I'm sittin' back just thinkin like wow All these other rappers ain't got no style See the game is in a drought, talent ran out Say this shit loud, open your mouth Here's some more inspiration, swallow it down Nobody cares until you got something they want, think about that shit And how the f*ck you gonna try comin back after the fact You fake ass bitches ain't never gon' learn (What) I'm still bout that old shit Rockin' them cold whips Poppin a gold wrist The cannot be told shit I f*ck with a bold fist Hit once then I'm gon' dip Until I can find the one that I know won't split I once had a loaned gift I turned that wit into my own shit And now I'm the one that cannot be told shit The one with the gold wrist The one that's creating a true wish The one that's gon' be on a list Of fuckers that's changing this shit I sit in the midst of the bliss that you bitches can't twist Into whichever rapper foretold his own riches Just sit back and listen and watch as I'm turnin' a generation Into wishers that's dissin' this system I'll be back in a minute Stay posted bitches