Momma hit my phone and said rap's no good Better than her telling me the check's no good.
You're so predictable I hate people like you
Kennedy Road taught me not to trust people like you.
Don't let your newfound fame fool you or cloud up your judgement.
Me and all my niggas doin' well, doin' well, dog.
The last man fucked up, I'll take it since he doesn't want it.
I got it rollin' in all kinda ways, lump sum and residual, yeah
I mean we hear about the money you been gettin'
We just never see a visual.
It's over, yeah it's over yeah, I'm leaving, I'm gone.