CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Gdk part 2
Fraud n***as, y'all n***as, that's that sh*t I don't like
Your sh*t make believe, rapping 'bout my own life
(Woo!) That's rare n***a, (Woo!) Ric Flair n***a
(Woo!) The power's in my hair n***a, (Woo!) I give this beat the chair n***a
SoHo or Tribeca, three hoes, trifecta
Dope money, hope money, Hublot, my watch better
My pen's better, you don't write, trendsetter, you clone-like
Pay homage or K's vomit, ungrateful n***as, I don't like
A f**k n***a, that's that sh*t I don't like (Bang, bang)
A snitch n***a, that's that sh*t I don't like (Bang, bang)
A b*t*h n***a, that's that sh*t I don't like (Bang, bang)
Sneak disser, that's that sh*t I don't like (This Chicago, n***a!)
They smile in my face is what I don't like
They steal your whole sound, that's a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike
(Whoa!)
A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite (Whoa!)
But I never hit a woman never in my life (Eh!)
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phif' (Eh!)
In that pu**y so deep I could have drowned twice (Whoa!)
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice (Whoa!)
Eating good, vegetarian with the brown rice (Eh!)
Girls kissing girls, cause it's hot, right? (Eh!)
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes (Whoa!)
They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life (Whoa!)
Your sh*t make believe, rapping 'bout my own life
(Woo!) That's rare n***a, (Woo!) Ric Flair n***a
(Woo!) The power's in my hair n***a, (Woo!) I give this beat the chair n***a
SoHo or Tribeca, three hoes, trifecta
Dope money, hope money, Hublot, my watch better
My pen's better, you don't write, trendsetter, you clone-like
Pay homage or K's vomit, ungrateful n***as, I don't like
A f**k n***a, that's that sh*t I don't like (Bang, bang)
A snitch n***a, that's that sh*t I don't like (Bang, bang)
A b*t*h n***a, that's that sh*t I don't like (Bang, bang)
Sneak disser, that's that sh*t I don't like (This Chicago, n***a!)
They smile in my face is what I don't like
They steal your whole sound, that's a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike
(Whoa!)
A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite (Whoa!)
But I never hit a woman never in my life (Eh!)
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phif' (Eh!)
In that pu**y so deep I could have drowned twice (Whoa!)
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice (Whoa!)
Eating good, vegetarian with the brown rice (Eh!)
Girls kissing girls, cause it's hot, right? (Eh!)
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes (Whoa!)
They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life (Whoa!)
