God Damn

I see you giving up like this shit don't mean nothing Well It ain't for everybody God damn I don't even like people How I'm suppose to get famous and go rock out like the Beatles I put diamonds on my neck It make my five percent look see through Getting texts from my old hoe Read the shit it say I need you Bitch God damn I don't even write plans I don't even pop xans How I'm suppose to be the man When I can't even save a grand I just put it on your mans Then go pop a rubber band Then go spend another band I might pull up in a Benz Me and my friends You getting money if you ain't you can't get in She off the top like she don't even need a pen And I can't stop until they free Ebo out the pin If he talking he get spint Him and his men I pray to God I don't die broke because it's a sin You f*ck with me you either winning or you win You talking money hold on I'll be there in ten You say you gangster but you spinning about a bitch Seen my mama cry now I can't stop until she rich All I spit is real you think I'm worried about the pitch She want me to choke her like I put her in a lynch Everyday St. Patrick's get no green and you get pinched Ten on my parlay missed a point and now I'm pissed Double park the coupe I send some shots and they don't miss Laying low at ten in the studio by six God damn I don't even like people How I'm suppose to get famous and go rock out like the Beatles I put diamonds on my neck It make my five percent look see through Getting texts from my old hoe Read the shit it say I need you God damn I don't even write plans I don't even pop xans How I'm suppose to be the man When I can't even save a grand I just put it on your mans Then go pop a rubber band Then go spend another band Country ass mother fucker Talking all that country ass shit Who the f*ck you think you is nigga Who the f*ck you think you is nigga It's mother fucking Qpeso in the mother fucking building man come on God Damn God Damn God Damn God Damn God Damn God Damn