(Theory) Why they hatin' on me? Why they wanna be me? Why they cap on me? Yeah, I can't make a plea Hope that you don't leave Why niggas on they knees, suckin' dick coping pleas? I smoke real gas, can't breathe I'm movin' real fast off a bean I want a big bag full of green Yeah, cash nigga not weed Yeah, don't ask cause I ain't seen Yeah, take a bad bitch out the scene Watch 'em get mad if you can't treat 'em Listen, it's not what this shit it seems Yeah, Glock rockin' with a beam I might pop another seal of lean Fuck that bitch, told her "spread eagle" Then she ride it 'til she lose her weave Yeah, I got rowdy rowdy off a Percocet And them xannies, oh, they make me mean I'm not talkin' to you through the Internet I'm not beefing with a fuckin' screen Pussy niggas, we not into that We gone his nose fuckin' clean And I know I said this shit a thousand times but I'm livin' out a fuckin' dream And I only talk about the dollar signs so I gotta come fuckin' clean There's a couple niggas tryna knock me down Yeah, I think they wanna see me bleeding My brother told me be easy, you don't always gotta be even People talk but they don't mean it If they walk, just let them leave I'm going guap cause it come easy I'm at the top, just caught a breeze I want my rocks stuck on freeze Bitch I'm a rockstar, fuck you mean They fall and flock just like leaves I done seen shit that you can't see Know I'ma win, can't take defeat Yeah, why they hating on me Why they wanna be me? Why they cap on me? Yeah, I can't make a plea Hope that you don't leave Why niggas on they knees, suckin' dick coping pleas? I smoke real gas, can't breathe I'm movin' real fast off a bean I want a big bag full of green Yeah, cash nigga not weed Yeah, don't ask cause I ain't seen Yeah, take a bad bitch out the scene Watch 'em get mad if you can't treat 'em Listen, it's not what this shit it seems Yeah, Glock rockin' with a beam I might swipe the bitch some Celine Yeah, I got rowdy rowdy off a Percocet And them xannies, yeah, they make me mean I can't pull up if it's not about a check I want blue hunnids and the green Bitch I'm ballin' just like Bill Belichick I want blue hunnids, I'm a fiend And he owe me money, I ain't get it yet Now that nigga living in the sea I'm the dark horse, baby giddy up Yeah, yeah, ball with the team I need help, there nobody picking up Yeah, yeah, it's not what it seems Why they hatin' on me? Why they wanna be me? Why they cap on me? Yeah, I can't make a plea Hope that you don't leave Why niggas on they knees, suckin' dick coping pleas? I smoke real gas, can't breathe And I'm movin' real fast off a bean I want a big bag full of green Yeah, cash nigga not weed Yeah, don't ask cause I ain't seen Yeah, take a bad bitch out the scene Watch 'em get mad if you can't treat 'em Listen, it's not what this shit it seems Yeah, Glock rockin' with a beam I might pop another seal of lean Fuck that bitch, told her "spread eagle" Then she ride it 'til she lose her weave Ride it 'til she lose her weave