 You know that I ain't really worryin' about what they talkin' bout Man, I'd rather lie, you can speak your mind, bro Go and stack it all till it game full Know it ain't money to be a artist on my life on some But God's old shit, what you get? Paint some shit, talk my nigga, I got a ze thing on me We gon' be stupid rich First, I'ma be this famous artist Then I'ma take over the rap game But make so much, I'll paint pictures I don't even wanna be a rapper, man But you know I'm good in any lane I swear I'm great at everything These niggas hate me, but I'm talkin' up, puttin' on no show Got a car from Joe, I was like, bro, I'm in the studio Later, hit up a CD, know I'm for the shit it It's take over to it's P-bay, I need a feature Go ahead, murder hell, the greatest is most hated And I learned so much, but I told him I'm gon' run the game He said, look, bro Know I tell him everything, I know I do this for creative fame That's why I be going ham You know ain't no slowin' down Honey, can we on our way? We gon' be so far up We can't even hear what these haters say You know that I ain't