Rappr

[Chopped Vocals]

How many niggas told me I was gonna fail?

'Cause I got a list of niggas that can go to Hell

They feel like I owe 'em something 'cause they know me well

Calling me a sellout cause I won't come back and smoke a L

White shirt now red, my bloody nose

Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes

Creepin' around like no one knows

Think you're so criminal

Bruises on both my knees for you

Don't say thank you or please

I do what I want when I'm wanting to

My soul? So cynical

So you're a tough guy

Like it really rough guy

Just can't get enough guy

Chest always so puffed guy

I'm that bad type

Make your mama sad type

Make your girlfriend mad tight

Might seduce your dad type

[Loop]

He said "I hate to put obstacles right in front of you

But you gotta learn to get out of what you're goin' through"

Hurdles got jumped, mountains got climbed

Til' Molly came and put a fuckin' wall up in my mind

Now I'm in the crib trippin', complainin' and bitchin'

That liqour go to hittin', I'm in here reminiscing

How many niggas told me I was gonna fail?

'Cause I got a list of niggas that can go to Hell

They feel like I owe 'em something 'cause they know me well

Calling me a sellout cause I won't come back and smoke a L

The same nigga that told me I had a hit

Charged me $300 to put it up in his mix

Now suicide lookin' better than hittin' the lick

'Cause the whole time they knew that I was livin' out my whip

But now I see 'em, and I can't even take iit

Cause he walk up to me and say:

"Boy, I knew you was gon' make it"

And like, "Motherfucker, do you not just recall?

I needed help, and you just left me sittin' on my balls"

That just wasn't the right life

So I told him bullshit, to have a nice life

And all them girls yellin' at me from in front of the moon

Like nigga, how you just gonna go and get a white wife?

Fuck you bitches, I did what I did

Now, I'm running round my mansion doing shit with my kids

But now, maybe my life is too sweet

Like I woke up in that Bugatti and went right back to sleep

Deep, I was dreaming, y'all niggas was scheming

Like crabs up in the bucket, but y'all just got defeated

And all these bitches, all just want my semen

The star collecting checks and ball up in the season

But ain't nobody give a fuck when ain't nobody give a fuck

Now, they got they hand out, asking me to give it up

And every time they ask me for something

They say, "Now, you know that I ain't never asked you for nothin'"

I got loss, I got loss

Credit cards got swiped, money got tossed

Hundred after hundred, dollar after dollar

Drinking every kind of liquor, then that Molly got swallowed