I get up, go to work and make that paper, it ain't nothin' The last temptation but I'm not David Ruffin I give you all the game, so you know I'm not a glutton I want the roof off, so I just push the button These young niggas got swag, they say I must stop 'Cause I'm peelin' off in the coupe, you at the bus stop If Cardi B bartendin', give me two of those shots And I know what the truth is and what's not But back to this hip hop shit, let's keep it in perspective If you ain't part of the solution, you part of the collective When it comes to rockin' beats, you should be more selective I guess if you knew that, you wouldn't make those wack records Suspect, police say that I fit the description? I wasn't gettin' high, officer, that's just my prescription I don't know why you pulled me over in my whip and You ain't have to give me a ticket, you trippin' He made me wait, I told this pig I got a date I gotta pick my baby up, I can't be late He brought me back my license, told me I was straight Told me have a nice day, now I'm on my way Hey baby, I bounce and skate, I'm right back to it I guess it ain't what you do but how you do it Down on your knees like your opportunities, you blew it Ran through the side door, grab the microphone, I flow like fluid Tell these little rappers I'm already paid I ain't gotta make no money, it's already made I'm rockin' heads like barber shops, boy, you'll catch a fade I'm from Detroit like Icewood, Blade Six in the mornin', the cops run they raid Heard 'em bustin' through the bars and the barricade You was sellin' crack on the east side, block promenade Got caught with two keys, now you on the streets, and I'm afraid Chef in that kitchen, steady pitchin', niggas snitchin' My intuition smellin' police, I'm suspicious You listen 'cause I'm vicious, you don't see my vision I spit it suicidal, that's just my decision I wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout that paper Tryin' to stack it tall as a Dubai skyscraper They want me fallin' down to meet my maker But I'm standin' up tall, fuck y'all, die, haters