text: Oh, how you doin?
  Im alright
  Hahaha
  Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong?
  And how much times I gotta show these bitches I aint soft?
  How many shows I gotta sell out fore you get the cost?
  Why they really tryna front like I aint hit the charts?
  All these labels, throwin deals from left to right
  But I aint givin in until they get them numbers right
  All these people think that this shit happen overnight
  All that flexin they be doin, shit is all a hype
  No tolerance for a hatin bitch talkin shit
  Only time I hold my tongue is when Im suckin dick
  So when I see you in the streets, yeah, its fuckin lit
  And dont be talkin all that sorry shit, dont flip the script
  I see the lights, I hear the hype, I hit the mic
  I kill the show, I get my dough, I catch a flight
  I see a hater, Im runnin down, its on sight
  I throw my hands, I hit em left, I hit em right
  They sleepin on me just because I used to strip
  But its all good cause now they wanna get up in my VIP
  Blowin up my phone, sayin everythin I touch is lit
  Actin corn and wanna fuck me like they wasnt talkin shit, woah
  I let em live, let the shady motherfuckers live
  Get them the price then its time to show them what it is
  Dont got the bat? Well then what you really tryna pitch?
  Dont waste my time, I aint never been no average bitch
  Not to mention, I did my tour and that shit was winnin
  Independent, the headline, award of feelin
  I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given
  I love the fans, they fill me up with their ammunition
  I dont really talk shit but now I gotta off this
  I dont know why bitches think we work in the same office
  Corny bitches tryna keep up? Look exhausted
  Wave the white flag, girl, you might as well just forfeit
  My ex told me I was never gon be shit
  Lookie, lookie now, lookie now, nigga Im that bitch
  What you thought? Yeah, you really lost, now you kinda sick
  But I aint never need a nigga, I was always on my shit, yeah
  I used to stare at magazines on the train
  Lookin at these models like, I gotta be this one day
  Fuck around, got myself a name, now Im gettin paid
  Left the corny bitches in the grave, so they throwin shade