You're sugar mommy on my case like ten E. C. Quick. Now a day's all these niggas want to see me on the floor And these are the same niggas I've been knocking on my door They like broke, can I get a piece of your bread? I give it to them on the box that means dead I guess that's like ink that right Then we help you cook, but they want to take a bite, huh? No, no, no, I don't need that shit no more I don't want drama or stress, and I know overthinking So niggabat a ticket vice If you ever try to do those things to me I'll fuck you off faster than lasers or knives Everything gets into change, you won't say the same So niggabat a leave your life You wanna give me advice, don't make me laugh You ain't don't shoot with your light Bro, I'm just trying to be what I wanna be Tell my imaginations to the reality shout out to everyone Who doubted me, thanks for pretending that you are my friends I don't work but just hope you understand You ever need help, I'll give you a hand Thank you for saying the thing that you said Cause your heat is a reason I am who I am I've been building, I'm writing Trying to be the diamond in the rough I ain't a newbie to the hardship Cause I knew the journey would be tough So I pretty god at night to give me the strength Cause I ain't got the muscle to fight Now my words are too strong, I scratch you record I don't man, I just broke the mic Yeah, yeah, yeah You should've got me on my case like telly Telly, telly I hate the jealousy but of the envy All eyes on me, I feel like my car valley The alternative network