Kato on the track bitch You already know I'm going all in It ain't hard to see this is my calling Let's just be honest, I would like to pass two years I been running shit but I was only jogging Haters steady dogging, getting information from the blogging Kill the bullshit, you better chalk it, thinking that I lost it I done had my mind on the prize Back when I sipping water from a faucet (wash it) Ima fuck around and have to let it loose I am not the type to hitting you, I'm on another fucking pedestal I ain't playing with this rap shit, where he at? Ima split his fucking head in two, your career has been a lie You been copping rentals back at enterprise I ain't never had to go get a fly, I could pull up on a bitches side A fucking Toyota Corolla and I'm betting you that she gon fucking get inside I ain't even gotta make a sentence rhyme I ain't gon pretend this on the tennis side I ain't gon pretend my nuts are minimized I ain't gon pretend that I ain't driving outta join you Back when I was going hammy with the mini size Y'all ain't got a business mind, Y'all don't see the vision I paint If you go against the great you getting penalized So you better pick a side 'fore I had to go and let the missiles fly You know I'm only in it just to get the prize Tell em I gotta get it in gold Where were you when I was broke Say what's a snake to a bird Oh yeah that's the end of the goal I got no time to be lollygagging I'm on a mission of blow You niggas praying it would never happen I was just hoping you know I don't really need you (I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga) I don't really need you (yeah) Nigga I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass nigga) I don't really need you (yeah) I don't really need you It's funny how niggas act when you dining out Like where the fuck were you dog when we were grinding out Like I ain't the shit oh you just count em out I'm back for revenge I needed time to bounce Back on you niggas like in the ball Middle finger go up to a couple of blogs And a couple of fuckbois talking dumbshit when they log On they mothers laptop get a spike back to your jaw And I don't give a shit if you came directly from God's dick I hope your pilot have a seizure in the cockpit Your plane crashed or kill a hoe, you hostage Silent my adrenaline boom handle or a moss stick I hope they beat you in the moshpit Bash your fucking head with a yardstick Oh this is what you want, you want that dark shit? Hate life for leaving nigga with his heart ripped Just a while ago it was all smiles A bunch of fake niggas, dog I'm so proud (I'm proud of you man) I see you on the magazine, oh wow (congratulations) Oh you don't want a nigga you gon blow now When Hop said nigga fuck Funk Volume Then you Trumps stopped calling And a nigga had to get it on his own And you bitches didn't bother Had to get it from the bottom Where were you bitch nigga I gotta get it in gold Where were you when I was broke Say what's a snake to a bird Oh yeah that's the end of the goal I got no time to be lollygagging I'm on a mission of blow You niggas praying it would never happen I was just hoping you know I don't really need you (I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga) I don't really need you (yeah) Nigga I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass nigga) I don't really need you (yeah) I don't really need you Yeah man these bitches acting funny too I know that money rules The only thing that'll come for you Never trust again, I'll never get that comfortable Ain't no friends in this game thang honorable I juggle chainsaw blades in this carnival Nigga I'm a carnivore, bone collector connoisseur Cutting off your motherfucking head with a katana whore I don't really need you (I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga) I don't really need you (yeah) Nigga I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass nigga) I don't really need you (yeah) I don't really need you