Yo, y'all niggas lucky I turned down a deal Nothin but hits when I spit it I think I gotta chill Weight on my shoulders I carry it like a body build Independent limitless and I did it without a pill Man, RIP to DTuck studio with durag, pop filters and peanuts We up, kick ya feet up, reup light the weed up All you do is talk and I'm on a track with a speed up A couple million got it chillin' like it's by the pool Inside a cooler I'm the coolest nigga, halleluja Dropped out of school, 'cause they wasn't feeling my show-and-tell Did a show to tell everybody how I devoured boots Without a noose I leave 'em hanging when they turn they back You think you buzzin' but honey you gotta learn the facts When words attach to that instrumental, I burn the track If you react and down in the furnace, you go from nerds that rap Damn, got money coming out my vocal chords The benz bumping that shit I made in my clothing store I been sort of bored with the bars so I started singing on 'em Christmas dropped the jingle on 'em, singing till my throat get sore The flow a chore I gotta do it just to please the public Know that they need it, they fiending, they say that he disgusting They try to slide on my guy in the club and get a punch in Guess they didn't a realise when I go out it's a family function Yo, I'm swinging first like I'm batting third That's absurd never ever been touched and that's my word I'm preaching positive vibes but no I am not the guy To hide from anybody, so pull up on me and catch my work Take 'em to church I got 'em praising the kid It's kinda funny I remember when they'd hate on the kid It's all gravy on the potatoes, nothing's fazing the kid Your lady loves me but I never let her stay with the kid Nigga I'm up Yeah, they don't call me one take timmy for nothing nigga Alright you need another one Droped another one I guess I outta A studio in my second crib for these niggas is shady I guess my house is slaughter The declaration of independence and I'm the author Anybody popping you know them niggas done probably bought it 'Cause I been putting 'em on like I'm LeBron Win, lose or draw no matter who get involved, I do it all And you niggas struggle to shoot the ball If they wanted get out the city I always be who they call, ya Happily helping hand, hoping they understand But bite the hand that feed you, you might get a opened hand Opened can of woop ass on 'em Stoned cold fans, I'm flipping the cake, batter like cold stone hands No more stans, I wrote those fans Should do a show about the dough they way I'm making the bands They taking advance, nigga I was taking a chance I'm making the plans then grow 'em like I'm raising the plants Uh, raisin' bran in the morning they got me shitting on 'em Outfit looking like fresh prince, I'm Smithing on 'em Your girl whip her hair, I got her switching on 'em Don't be jayded by the iconic lyrics I spiting on 'em I'm gone