On Everything

I wake up, every morning tell myself imma be rich Tell myself I'll f*ck any bitch, but I don't, I'm too busy Chasing all this fuckin lizzy, like I'm running fucking relays Tell the DJ run it back and hear what my mind is saying I'm staying on my ones cause I can't f*ck with none of these snitches No ones really on their shit they all some just some fuckin bitches Old bitches used to tell me that I need to pattern up I can't wait to make a milly and for you to text me back But I'll block the bitch cause I'm too focused, I can't fuckin fall Ball on some broke ass lames they ain't g Every shot I shoot I score like I'm Harden from the three Born to make p don't believe you gon' see I ain't banging blood but I'm up in the hives like a bee Honey on this fucking toast and I munch it with my tea Chilling on some field, flower boy like I'm Tyler Creator of my own, you rap cap, you a liar My rap is real, I ain't never shot a bitch I ain't a bitch Can't affiliate myself with 12, ain't a snitch I f*ck with witch bitches, cast a spell and make me rich I look at them and scratch my head, I got a itch lemme switch The flow cause it's too regular, I'm just really changed I ain't tryna make a change cause I'm happy where I are Long range, shot two birds with a fucking AR With a scar, bitches think we par imma make it far Real further, can't f*ck with no murder ain't on M's Me and my tat machine really tryna make some M's I can't f*ck with no bitches less they brown like M&M's Yxngsteff don't waste his time with 8s they all 10s Got a tens in my black raw, bun it like a rasta Lipton and a paper straw, chicken with my pasta Living good my mama good and my grandad's praying for me And I pray for him back cause he done it all for me My next bitches real lucky cause they fucking with a G 5'7 in my sliders, on my money 6'3 Got a job at a fast food, making more than you think 2 bills in a hour with a needle and some ink Imma make 100k, give my mama fifty Imma cut you off easy, if you ain't fucking with me Imma stack this fucking bread till it reach the ceiling Can't show a bitch emotions, cause I ain't got no fucking feeling This girl told me she love me, that's cool, but I don't care I'm just tryna be alone, cause you was never there Reminiscent bout your eyes and your curly fucking hair But I ain't ever looking back on my mama I fucking swear Cause they all bitches man, and you know what matters to me more than bitch My money