Yeah, maybe this would just be the intro like this, heh, that's it, squad, bitch All these bad bitches say they love me, I already know Check the peck, the ping, that's on my finger, cause I'm married, ho There he go, everybody know the boy pockets the swole What's good, that's unfamiliar, never been here before Life good, cause I just got quoted 200 to show Oh no, oh no, 200 to show Overnight, all this money that I been making, I gave it right back To all of the people that made me, you know we like that Don't know why your bitch wanna date me, but I can't fight that Guess you ain't done shit for her lately, not on the right track If I think that shit sound good, I gotta write that Weed man, knockin' on the door, ooh, I'll be right back Pass the shit to six, watch him like that Hit the studio, record the shit, then mix the shit, then master it And then we do the show and they recite that, bitch, I'm right back Told them bout my life, told them bout my life Told them I was broke, it's broke too many nights Now I see my name above so many lights But everybody probably think this shit done happened, happened, happened Overnight, people think they've had this shit happen, but they never right Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that Hustling the streets like they trap overnight, overnight People think they've had this shit happen, but they never right Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that Hustling the streets like they trappin' and burnin' Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel All they ever did was hate the boy, but now they know the name Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel All they ever did was hate the boy, but now I run the game Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel You can hate now all you want, but shit won't never be the same Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel You can hate me, but I'm not the reason that your life is lame Tell me is it really so hard, really so hard To be a good person Tell me is it really so hard, really so hard To stop acting like a bitch I treated everybody with respect and now I'm rich I treated everybody with respect Maybe you got issues with your daddy though Maybe you was bullied back in high school Maybe you are just a tool Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason The reason I don't fuck with nobody and Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason The reason I came up with nobody and Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason Everybody think this right here happen overnight People think that's how this shit happen, but they never quite Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that Hustling the streets like they trap over, over, overnight People think that's how this shit happen, but they never quite Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that Hustling the streets like they trapping and burning down shit