[Verse 1]

Yeah

Too cliché

This is the last chance

To be something different

I miss my friends but

I’m paid through paypal

Motherfucker this is my credit card

You could call me back if you need distance

I promise this is not the hour

Emma x on me chest

And I'm going for the best yeah

I’m always gunning

But I'm never gonna bother

Cos all these Niggers know

He is never about the others

It is just about the money

Parked up in my corners

And Niggers still tryna count

The fucking commas

I was fucking on the tv

For wanted while I was stuck

Now all Niggers tryna hold me back

I say that’s rigid, stop

I’m in a fucking distend

Of the deep perm

[Verse 2]

Yeah, yeah

I still say shit

I stick to my heavy keys

Back to the park

Cos I never say odd

All these Niggers tryna put me

In the fucking spot

But I don’t go there

It is the fucking monologue

I don’t give a fuck about what they say

I’ll be spitting this shit

Cos I don’t hear the sane

I only mind my own fucking damn business

Niggers tryna call me up

That’s a severance

I sever all fucking ties

Except for love

Now these Niggers got me feeling like

This is all for the money

For the plough, say what

Okay back

Back . . .

(who taught you first pouf)

. . . to the one I . . . nuff

[Outro]

What is it now?

Why are you clip

Which one is correct?

Uh!

Which one is correct?

Why are everyone posting this

Or why is everyone posting this

What?

Why is everyone posting this

Or why are everyone posting this