I just wanna know how niggas going to jail Telling on us niggas, coming back home and still being cool I just wanna know how a nigga on Instagram with 50 thousand followers Ain’t got no money in real life Still popping, I just wanna know I wanna know, if a nigga ain’t really putting it in but acting like he putting it in If he can, still letting it fly like it’s cool I wanna know man Shit’s getting different out here it’s getting spooky
Now when that shit went down with Chris, you wrote a check In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect (you a fraud) So what that tell me? You a pussy and a fan Said they run with you we the shooters at your neck I just wanna know, if you ain’t write that running through the six shit Tell us who the fuck Quentin out here running through the six with? (Running through the six with my woes Counting money you know how it goes All the real live forever baby And the fakes get exposed) Niggas writing for you cause you know you never did shit When I threw that hook out I was tryin' to catch a big fish We the type of niggas to tie your mother up Fuck your sister in the ass and hit your brother up You really sweet, I call you buttercup You fucking dork you come at us because you studied us Coming with the same flow Switching up your lingo We just want a refund this ain’t what we paid for Every time that we come, we get what we came for Spitting another niggas shit, what you claiming king though?
I just wanna know, I just wanna know How these niggas acting like they true but really faking People acting like it go We just, I just wanna know I just wanna know Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush Was it Detail where you really got your flow? (Milli Vanilli that nigga)
Money make a fake ass nigga look real again Money make a sucker that’s hoe look thrill again Says a lot about all those people that's filling in But I ain’t see all you suck ass niggas look real again Heard that other nigga talking we ain’t get back yet Let’s keep it short, nigga you ain’t get your chick back yet And now she rocking with the chance and now you missed that check You went from clear puss to butter [?] and missed that jet, hold up
I gotta take them off of here, esse I gotta take them off of here there’s only one And that’s me, you understand? With all that fighting, you understand? Sucker thinks he good Sucker thinks he can whoop me And I know he can’t whoop me and I Hey boy, look your whole style is chump, you understand? When it comes to me you understand Let me get mines first Then after I get mine, y’all can do what you wanna do
You know you fucked up right? You shoulda just said nothing Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop All I hear is platnium that platinum this Meanwhile I’m on the cover with a platinum chick I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip Niggas frauds I told the truth, don’t ask me shit All this industry fake enemy and rap shit It’s never really my style we got cash to get I really started from nothing now it’s back to shit Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch Hold up, let that bitch breathe
Is this [?] Poppa shit? There’s no cut on you There’s no cut on you If your feelings get hurt You feel like ohhh that’s an arrogant little [?] No this is the truth and the truth hurts Haven’t I paid my dues? Haven't I went through the storm? Didn’t I weather the storm? Niggas is gone and I'm here
You let TIP homie piss on you in a movie theater, we ain’t forget Real niggas back in style this shit is lit This that Ja Rule shit and 50 centTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
