I throw on some clothes then I walk out the door Just like a young g Gucci up on my chest, watch me flex with the fuckin' heat Brand-name clothes come with brand-name hoes Dirt stains on my shirt, smoke in my breath Bitch, you can't fuck with me Bitch, I hate all of these pussies that come around me and and act like they all know me I hate everyone askin' me for a feature when they don't got flows See, I hate all of you Internet thugs posted up with their hands on the keys And I hate everyone so please just do not fuck with me 'Cus God hates me God hates me G-God hates me I think God hates me God hates me God hates me G-God hates me God hates me God hates me and I know it Bet my music show it Sacks full of dope get open, put that shit up into motion Now I, I'm just a fuckin' criminal [?] listen to 'em Raised this way now your boy gotta get it to 'em Get paid by the way that I flip it to 'em Sacks full of thraxx, got stacks in the back Of the Cadillac, [?] No snapback, lab rat I been fuckin' with the chemicals Everything I do is a product of what they taught me to And that's that Tryna go up like my name was Nasdaq Gettin' the check and I [?], get the cash back Tryna get racks from this rap shit I'm a fuckin' addict to this shit like it's crack, yeah Bad motherfucker