(Verse 1)
Ok, this why n*ggas hate you
You ain't even drop sh*t in late view
They sophomores slumping off they debut
Young kid, kicking smart sh*t like the dean's list
Funny, vibe magazine labeled me a D-list
That's a couple letters that a n*gga gotta get up
'Fore I make sure that your favorite rapper never gon' be sh*t
Your girl ass fat, yeah I seen it, she faithful?
Sorry that's some sh*t I'm gon have to disagree with
You went up to All-Star Weekend, dog
You should never leave a good woman all alone
So I brung her to the crib, dinner burned, so I order in
She ask for good di*k, Chef Bizz put that order in
Fine, don't believe me
I glad you worked it out, but she won't miss a flight to see me
For every good girl took for granted
Trust there's n*gga like me that's gon' help you understand it
And to you lil n*ggas dissing just to get yo' name up
I hope you understand that I am not an entertainer
They know me for the sh*t that I be kicking on these tracks
But your better fear the sh*t I never mention in these raps
And if I hit it once then I could always get it back
She might of broke my heart, but I still keep my sh*t intact
And all them labels tryna get at me
Under five, keep your contracts please, you're killing trees
(Hook)
If you been here since day one
Hold on, I gotcha
All this money bout to come
Hold on, I gotcha
I'm just waiting on my check
Hold on, I gotcha
I swear you'll never be in depth
Hold on, I gotcha, I gotcha
(Hold on, I gotcha, I gotcha, Just hold on, I gotcha)
I'm just waiting on my check
Hold on, I gotcha
I swear you'll never been in depth
Hold on, I gotcha, I gotcha
(Verse 2)
n*gga got a headline show back home
Ex girl telling all her friends not to go
But she don't know I done left they names at the do'
There's money to be made, the f*ck you waiting fo'
Ok, I finally understand why n*ggas hate me
They paying just to get in, you might as well pay me
And I could make your girl come faster, she in a hurry
Run around with all this jewelry got my mama worried
Get money, stay free, and never charging n*ggas
You ever charge me for a feature, then I'm charging triple
Miami rappers never me onna song wit em'
I guess when you ahead, it's hard to get along wit em'
So I said f*ck it, drop the tape
Had the city sitting straight
305, Good Luck, and n*gga everything great
Only thing I miss is court dates
So I'm MIA like a DUI in MIA
(Hook)
If you been here since day one
Hold on, I gotcha
All this money bout to come
Hold on, I gotcha
I'm just waiting on my check
Hold on, I gotcha
I swear you'll never be in depth
Hold on, I gotcha, I gotcha
(Hold on, I gotcha, I gotcha, Just hold on, I gotcha)
I'm just waiting on my check
Hold on, I gotcha
I swear you'll never been in depth
Hold on, I gotcha, I gotcha