I am out ya business But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen Just grind until it's finish Keep 'em out ya business They probably ain't gon' frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky Then leave out with the bitches Music, weed, and alcohol I ain't have no sleep in like two days, like I'm on Adderall Took her home and had a ball, breakfast with the Tylenol When I say took her home, ain't talkin' 'bout my crib, nigga, not at all Make me sick 'cause I'm a dog Where his purse? 'Cause he a bitch Nigga hate hisself, so he leave comments when he see da pics I act like I ain't see the shit The nigga still ain't found his self I told him, fuck it, go jump off a bridge today and drown to death I'on mean no harm, I'm tryna help A lot of these lil' niggas in the way, tired of these niggas, so give 'em game Prowl on of these niggas, I'm in the paint, fire on me while I was getting a fade I go to work on you niggas, I'm clocking in I was focused before, now I'm locking in And I'm on go and I bet I won't stop again I don't want her no more, I'ma swap the Benz I don't look like you, niggas, don't call me twin And if my momma don't know you, don't call me bro And ain't no hope for this mothafuckin' generation Ain't no women left, you gotta find a ho Ain't no real niggas left for the women either Did her dirty and now that bitch getting even He got comfortable and that nigga didn't see it He in love with the ho, and she still a eater But I am out ya business But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen Just grind until it's finish Keep 'em out ya business They probably ain't gon' frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky Then leave out with the bitches But I am out ya business, nigga Yeah, I am out ya business I'm out there, yeah Fuck it, nigga, spend again Having too much fun on these lil' beats, feel like a kid again Feel just like I'm ten again This shit hit like riding a bike Do this shit again, again (again, again) Me and her talking our shit, we in here getting it in Both of us in here dripping sweat, I'm a chocolate, nigga, M&Ms Walking on this shit, look how I'm talking, this shit getting serious Be done punched you in yo' mothafuckin' mouth with them ole big veneers I'm tha best rapper alive for the next fifty years Nigga, I am out ya business But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen Just grind until it's finish Keep 'em out ya business They probably ain't gon' frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky Then leave out with the bitches Pussy, weed, and alcohol Yeah, yeah Baby