Intro - Hello, I'm Telling You Nah Bro. Hello There, I'm Telling You Nah Bro. Hello There, I'm a Telling You Nah Bro. Can You Hear Me Loud & Clearly. I Been Trying To Tell You Nah Bro. Aight Then, Yeah

Verse 1 : Keep up the talking no one give a $#&@ about your team. Thought you could rhyme better than me til you got woken out your dream. Believe in Sean i offered you the opp to walk away from pain. I made my name alone, You got no control of your fake brigade. We ain't the same. I'm young and hungry, You a $#&@ing mummy. All done and bummy, Real funny how you could call me ugly. I'm living lovely, Yall over the hill my vocal for real, Man why'd you go provoke him to kill? The microphone your only friend cause you shady and weak. And your career near dead, How your baby gon eat? Feed 'em the bull%#@! you did everybody that you claim to love. Talking that gun %#@! on your album, How? You ain't a thug. Or brave enough to handle the problem that you created homey, Depraved and lonely. Got your !@$)got people aiming for me. My table only for the faithful and true. I'm hateful to you for everything you claimed you would do. Who in the $#&@ you running with could hold a candle to my lit torch? Now get lost or i'm a poke you with a pitch fork. Ready for lift off, Another tour done every view you got, You bought them.


Chorus : You need to do you and not worry bout mine, On every track with me you know you getting out shined. I'm all around the world while you working 9 to 5. You on your way out and i'm headed to my prime (*##$ I'm coming for my money. And i don't care how long you hide (*##$ i'm coming for my money. And even if you drop and die (*##$ i'm coming for my money.


Verse 2 : I'm lyrically above you all go ahead deny the truth. My violent youth what made me into a tyrant who, Could rip the mic without warning now pay homage. You ain't got it every album that you make garbage. Promise you all that you'll be filled with regret. I keep it real to the death, How much you willing to bet? That you will never have a rap career, You fear the rhyme god. I shine hard while you punching in your time card. Mind over matter the after math of a brutal beating. King of the underground $#&@ around i'll put you beneath it. Would meet you at the top but you won't make it there. Now you could either battle me homey or take the chair. Electrocution shock would be a quicker death, I rip your flesh with every bar god pay respect. My education of the culture will hold you in purgatory. Your shorty follow me on twitter (*##$ you $#&@ing corny.

Chorus : You need to do you and not worry bout mine, On every track with me you know you getting out shined. I'm all around the world while you working 9 to 5. You on your way out and i'm headed to my prime (*##$ I'm coming for my money. And i don't care how long you hide (*##$ i'm coming for my money. And even if you drop and die (*##$ i'm coming for my money.


Outro : You hear me talking? Hello, Hello? Not much more to be said there man. Nah Mean? We don't got to be name dropping , Dick riding, Dick sucking like all yall little mother$#&@ers out there. But the truth is, We do it on our own. Everything you make, We be like NAH BRO. Stone mother$#&@ing brown. And we out. Go get me a glass of milk and a cookie and shut the $#&@ up.


Chorus : You need to do you and not worry bout mine, On every track with me you know you getting out shined. I'm all around the world while you working 9 to 5. You on your way out and i'm headed to my prime (*##$ I'm coming for my money. And i don't care how long you hide (*##$ i'm coming for my money. And even if you drop and die (*##$ i'm coming for my money.