all these haters got my nerves bad
writing rhymes in my word pad
feeling like i can't be touched
drinking voss as a chaser
i got to get this paper for my unborn creations
promise we gon' live it up
we ain't worried about haters
i promise they gon' give it up
and if not we gon' take it
i got a temper this short and i barely got patience
these niggas talking like they killers
i just call them pretenders
i'm getting money with my niggas
i don't want y'all around me
ain't drop an album in two years these dummies thinking i lost it
they done buried me alive
i'm bout' to climb out this coffin
let me find out that you hating
i'ma fuck him and suck him
put a hammer to your head
got some shit that would shock you
that's them battery chargers
heard your plug had a shortage
i'm looking in the sky like damn they can't handle your daughter
fuck they mean i'm trying to pull up in that phantom or something
i couldn't work no 9 to 5
i wasn't good taking orders
but i promise with this music i be feeling immortal
i swear she would have been a beast
and just for you i'm a cop me like two of them porshes
i was down on my luck i had to use all my sources
time to clean the hood up
we ain't tipping no dancers
y'all bitches be worthless
might pull up to the club in like two of them suburbans
from the hood to the burbs'
bitches steady sending shots
they confusing their words
i pooper scooper these turds
diamonds dancing like omarion in you got served
tell that lame she don't want it
stop flashing that little jewelery cause my little homies on it
they'll snatch it right up off your neck
flaunt your shit then sell it back
nicki said stop holding back"