SHUT UP AND LISTEN lyrics

[Verse 1: end*]
I'm going brazy i'm going crazy
Your momma hate me but i'm chilling cause i'm busy drilling a hole in your ceiling
Waves are strong the audio make a n*gga run cardio
This ain't no game no mario
Sorry hoe i don't remember
B-day it's the g-day 5th of september
Want in on profit plus? you not a member
Remember my name when i pop off the game
Finna get lame n*ggas on me like a glue stick
Depressed n*ggas be obsessed with acoustic
You ain't listening to the bars you listening to the music
Am i not amusing?
n*ggas using tactics to end me but you end up losing
You ain't listening you hearing
Flow so fast; i'm a different entity, a different being
n*ggas looking at me weird like they sightseeing
n*ggas be agreeing that i'm a goat
I'm too hot can't touch the ground i just float
This sh*t my tunnel vision
When i speak you shut up and listen
Me and you are in different divisions
My precision and consistency got these rappers miserably listening
And witnessing the great that is I
To all my dead n*ggas fly high
Working from august to july
No rest no sleep
Work so hard i might end up deceased
So i pop a xan abroad with a few broads comitting treason
I wake up in the fall it's end's season
I do this sh*t for no reason
But if i were asked for my reasoning
It would be to get insta whores at my crib in the evening
While they lay down recieving my di*k up they ass
With a blunt on my lip, mad gas
Hand the mic over trash we need to wrap this sh*t up fast
[Verse 2: Naturally Trash]
I been sharp my whole life
Til life stabbed me in the gut and sharpened a whole knife
Movin with the Money Gang herd like some bisons
I'm here to fight sh*t, one two, K.O., Mike Tyson
You don't write your lyrics you just bite sh*t
I ain't here to f*ckin bite sh*t
I'm here to unload a weapon
And leave the whole building in silence, in silence
Lights out and everybody start to scramble
I got a guard to watch the guard to watch the guard that holds the candle, hollup
And that's somethin you can't handle
f*ck with Profit, get manhandled
Cut the training wheels off of a little kid's tricycle
It's ironic how life is, a f*ckin hot icicle
f*ck the internet, Imma do it by the book
There ain't no such things as halfway crooks, I mean
If your gonna load a gun you might as well shoot it
Add that to the list of things I done that's stupid
Somebody with nothing to lose is f*ckin scary
If I'm Clint Eastwood, you can call me Dirty Harry