Violate that, I didn't, yeah I can't talk about all the, that I didn't did I can't talk about all the, I didn't hear I can't talk about all the, that got fed My pockets be blue, but my eyes they still see red The loaf I make the bread I see numbers in my head I like dead people instead Ain't my money text on read Did it Everything you did, I didn't been, did it Every, I didn't been, he did He did, he did, he did Every time I go to check my bank account You wouldn't even believe my bank amount I can count up the whole goddamn amount I made it And sometimes I forget I'm famous Just like Ernie and Amos And I can turn your And I just let it spread up for some entertainment Won my first Grammy, put my opps in the pavement I told my ghetto bitches shut the I like tough love, I know they don't trust us I just put it in them, they need a touch up And my lifestyle tempur-pedic need to rough up I walk in the, meeting all you starstruck Baby, you've been blessed to see it, give you good luck My cousins say that I'm a menace to society When I, famous, I do it quietly On my, quick to judge, I know they tire me Toxic, won't let me leave, something up her sleeve She know what I bleed, she know my ID I sent her to Maldives just so I could breathe Uh, came out kickin' in October Last time I checked, your energy was bipolar Last time I checked, your baby mama had it older Last time I checked, she was fuckin' a promoter Uh, you was sittin' on the porch Last time I checked, I'm the one that took the torch Last time I checked, I cut you off with no remorse Last time I checked, y'all was quick to go report If I cancel, then that mean I had some shit to do If I cancel, I was in the projects, ten to two If I cancel, who the fuck you think you talkin' to? If I cancel, call my eldest bitch and tell her deuce If I do-do-do-do, then that mean I'm probably at the bank If I do-do-do-do, hug my bitch, I gotta keep her safe If I do-do-do-do, tape her, tape her, takin' off her face If I do-do-do-do, say she want a smart bitch with taste I can't talk about all the shit that I done did I can't talk about all the shit I done hit I can't talk about all the shit that got fed My pockets be blue, but my eyes, they still see red Do-do-do-do, the loaf, I make the bread Do-do-do-do, I see numbers in my head I like dead people instead Do-do-do-do, ain't buy money, text on red Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do