[Verse]

My father told me

Take it all
And never give em nothing
and never tell these women %#@!

until you're sure you love them
shorty you buggin
talking all that

i ain't into fronting
the only way we hit the crib
is if we're really $#&@ing

its like that!
Hit me up I never write back
But if I'm chilling in the crib

Then we could skype that
All night
Till a ^!$$% start to doze off

No chatting
Just making her take her clothes off
Yeah I be bragging

But I never seen these dudes ever mack it
Like I'm macking
I got the baddest (*##$es

Begging me to stick it back in
why you slacking?
I see you hating

$#&@ it I'm feeling my self
No masturbating
Theres no debating

I'm the one
That people always naming
When the future

Is the topic of the conversation
No further waiting
We are literally on the brink

Of taking over
Trust me it is closer than you think
Sorry to break it to you

Now iam a take it to you
No words
let the verse

always say it to you
i let the music speak
i'm with a different freak

like its sweet
doing me
how it be

homey
damn near everyday of the week
that same broad

that went hard in my backseat
is the one u tricking on that hotel suite
now isn't that unique

ur a straight geek!
lord willing
that %#@! it won't happen to me

just wait a second though
its funny how this music goes
a lot of rappers are similar to these groupie hoes

a lot of dudez are so suspicious they be on the low
similar to golddigga
man its hard to knows

so how do you distinguish
i'll tell you whats the difference
homey I'm speaking money

no longer speaking English
i learned the dialect
that makes them go write and check

developed rhetoric
to stack all the doe I could get
i'm $#&@ing (*##$ez on a bed of money

and
buying bentley's when I'm feeling crummy
nah

homey I'm broke as $#&@
but if I ever wrote a movie
bout my life
that's the way that it'll open up
mistake my drive and motivation

for supposed luck
then you're a sorry $#&@
i see you rappers wishing
you'd be standing in my shoes
playing my position

dumb funny ^!$$%z
peter griffin
and all these other dudes
that always wanna get the riffing
bunch of chris rock ^!$$%z

they r so persistent
i ain't your homey
so just like kobe
i know u got something to say
but i ain't trying to listen

i got a load of fans
i got a load of plans
everyday I'm house shopping up on Corcoran
oh homey u the man?
well my bad fam
i'd love to slap the %#@! out u

with my open hand
but that ain't my style
so instead I smile
knowing I got u beat
by atleast a couple miles
u gotta kill it
illy u gotta kill it

got they head in the ceiling
now I'm hurting they feelings
cause they get too hyped $#&@ing with that ego
but we'll expose u
we'll mcgrieve u
We ain't homeboys
I ain't ya peoples

And That's the dead truth
b. siegel
nicca