| Lotta of niggas wanna hate on me |
| What’s the reason nigga who knows |
| Say I’m focused on the wrong shit |
| We just putting out the new dope |
| Yeah yeah, oh lord, god willin' |
| Yeah yeah, oh lord, god willin' |
| God willin' these drugs in me |
| Lines looking like white Jesus |
| Catching bras from your favorite neices |
| Spend your pay on these time pieces |
| I’m Ye nigga, I’m cocaína |
| Kill the world with my father features |
| Wrist working, no Father feature |
| Ball so hard that shit James |
| Same black mask ain’t shit changed |
| Old friends hating like D. Wade |
| These niggas sus like Chris Bosh |
| All up in my biz ass, |
| I found twelve bricks and you found a god |
| Schooling every nigga, he forgot his broad |
| Everything lit to the streets dog |
| And your team food like Meatwad |
| All these motherfuckers bit my shit |
| Got turned to when they come around |
| Altar altar, that scripture sound |
| Tryna stop my prayers but I’m preaching now |
| Lotta of niggas wanna hate on me |
| What’s the reason nigga who knows |
| Say I’m focused on the wrong shit |
| We just putting out the new dope |
| Lotta of niggas wanna hate on me |
| What’s the reason nigga who knows |
| Say I’m focused on the wrong shit |
| We just putting out the new dope |
| Yeah yeah, oh lord god willin' |
| Yeah yeah, oh lord god willin' |
| Lotta of niggas wanna hate on me |
| What’s the reason nigga who knows |
| Say I’m focused on the wrong shit |
| We just putting out the new dope |
| Yeah yeah, oh lord god willin' |
| Yeah yeah, oh lord god willin' |
| God willin' these thugs with me |
| But they only thugs 'cause they skin black |
| Lord knows I was loving me |
| Cause I gave it out and didn’t get it back |
| Momma prayed that I leave the trap |
| Now I’m trapped in my own mind |
| Pops taught me just take naps |
| 'Cause niggas sleeping get passed by |
| Laughing at niggas from the past |
| Laughing at haters from my present view |
| I was sleeping on city blocks |
| Back then they was hating too |
| I don’t wanna talk |
| I can’t act like we cool neither |
| I don’t wanna walk |
| And you can’t ride, ho nigga this a two seater |
| Shooting birds instead of desert eagles |
| If it’s colder, must’ve seen a freezer |
| If it’s boulder got Movado on it |
| They say the devil still want some |
| And these boots should have Prada on 'em |
| God damn, lotta of niggas wanna hate on me |
| What’s the reason nigga who knows |
| God willin', yeah yeah! |
| Lotta of niggas wanna hate on me |
| What’s the reason nigga who knows |
| Say I’m focused on the wrong shit |
| We just putting out the new dope |
| Yeah yeah, oh lord god willin' |
| Yeah yeah, oh lord god willin' |
| Lotta of niggas wanna hate on me |
| What’s the reason nigga who knows |
| Say I’m focused on the wrong shit |
| We just putting out the new dope |
| Yeah yeah, oh lord god willin' |
| Yeah yeah, oh lord god willin' |