No, they ain´t picture me this way
I remember they use to laugh at me
Now when I walk up on the stage
All the bitches, they love to grab at me
Through these Cartier shades

I see the hate, why they mad at me?
Couple thousand in the safe, other half go in the kitchen cabinet

I got ´em sick that they stomach startin´ to have it no way
Shittin´ on ´em in public like I ain´t got no manners
Bank account on fleek, I know they hate I got my balance
I told my haters to come see me ´cause I know they can´t stand it
They drowned tryin´ to ride my wave
They couldn´t surf no more
I look Ma Dukes in the face like we ain´t gon´ hurt no more
I´m healin´ from a heartbreak, I done been hurt before

Now everyone around me paid and rockin´ Christian Dior
Got everyone in my face like, "When the tape gon´ drop?"
Readin´ the comments on my page, like when the hate gon´ stop?
Shooters hittin´ my line like, "When the cake gon´ drop?"
Got the key to my city, I got the gates on lock
Eighty-thousand on diamonds that´s on a new wrist watch
As long as it´s shinin´, no it ain´t got to tick tock
I fell in love with designer, she really love my drip-drop
I really came from the trenches, that´s why I love them grip Glocks
Down on my dick, I ain´t have shit so I had to go get it

Pourin´ codeine inside my drink so I can handle my feelings
Prayin´ to God that it don´t rain ´cause I got cracks in my ceiling
Look out my window watchin´ J´s served in the back of the building
Kind of hard to leave the game, I´m tryin´ to stack up a million
It´s kind of hard to stack your change when you´re constantly givin´
It´s kind of hard to kill the drink when day to night you be sippin´
It´s kind of hard to leave the streets when that´s the life that you livin´
It´s kind of hard to maintain when they all in your business
It´s kind of hard to switch lanes when they want your position

No, they ain´t picture me this way
I remember they use to laugh at me
Now when I walk up on the stage
All the bitches, they love to grab at me
Through these Cartier shades
I see the hate, why they mad at me?
Couple thousand in the safe, other half go in the kitchen cabinet

I got ´em sick that they stomach startin´ to have it no way
Shittin´ on ´em in public like I ain´t got no manners
Bank account on fleek, I know they hate I got my balance
I told my haters to come see me ´cause I know they can´t stand it