Meant It

I ain't never been potty trained

So I'm shitting on bitches

Never been for the fame so it's fuck your opinion

And I don't wanna follow trends

Bitch

I'm here to win which means I ain't with the fuck shit

If you step to the plate you're gonna get ate

And if you say it to my face you're gonna get maced

And I ain't never done real estate

Nah

But I can still put muhfuckas in their place

You know I you know I

Make marks everywhere I go

You know I show stop every strike I pose

You in my grill **** what's your deal ****

I don't feel you ****

All my real **** say

Sweat ya it's no pressure but I betcha

Coming to get you ****

Bitches too ****

Worry bout you ****

I'm the truth

Who gone check me

Sweat ya it's no pressure but I betcha

Coming to get you ****

Bitches too ****

Worry bout you ****

I'm the truth

And I meant it

My life's a movie I ain't talking Sundance

I post a picture come get your man again

He's in my dms wanting me and my friends

We could've seen him but we got other plans

Hands up hands up

Give me all your ransom

Patriotic verses like the national anthem

My car handsome with the suicide doors

Ghost riding Danny Phantom

Do any **** want war let me know

Used to be scared but now you on go

Choose a side any side

Who you with ho

Pesticide for these buggy bitches on the floor

Give it all I got y'all still wanting more

Say I only got one shot

Steph Curry when I score

Tom Brady when I throw

Hoes shady and I know

I shine like the sun

My wrist icy like snow

So

Sweat ya it's no pressure but I betcha

Coming to get you ****

Know when I pulled up y'all thought ya girl was whack

Until I

I started speaking I gave heart attacks

You see I'm a smooth criminal

My flow so original

There is no identical

Don't touch don't get physical want war

I know where to go

But look

See you pull up watch them walls

They fall down like it's Jericho

The real is back the thrill is back

You fakers hurting

I heard you whack not feeling that

My ears be hurting

Word to hip hop

You pop then I rock

You last I'm first

My words proverbs to reverbs and disk jockeys

Sweat ya it's no pressure but I betcha

Coming to get you ****

Bitches too ****

Worry bout you ****

I'm the truth

Who gone check me

Sweat ya it's no pressure but I betcha

Coming to get you ****

Bitches too ****

Worry bout you ****

I'm the truth

And I meant it