Lyrics:
Yeah!
Yeah!
They tried to give the reason that I’m an extrovert
Might go spend the label’s money and go buy an extra vert
Been movin’ forward for year, I ain’t never seen reverse
Win, stack and pray so I won’t have to let it burst
I can’t rap with you niggas, y’all rap like Mr. Burns
God sent me to raise hell, so y’all gon’ feel the burns
Before y’all say it, just look at the shit that I’ve done earned
Y’all gon’ meet the undertaker, y’all careers are in this urn
Y’all need to stick with the program, to provide your core fans with more fans
It’s just the beast, watch how he’s morphine
I just spit heat, no need for your fan
I’m hotter in winter and cold in summertime
Since I’ve been in the booth, I’ve been on summer grind
She fell in love with the coupe, she used to wine and dine
It’s the metronome, feels like I’m on producing time
I’m Mr. Automatic with the jams
(He’s On Fire) Like my playin’ NBA Jam
Feelin’ like I’m Diddy cause I made the band
If you want to see this again, catch on-demand
Look my prices went up since I’m on demand
I am actin’ brand new like I just opened a brand
I don’t think I told y’all before, but I’m the man
I’m comin’ for what y’all owe like y’all owe to Uncle Sam
I don’t lost my reason to stand out, I’m just helpin’ my fans out
What I gotta prove if I pull 100 grand out?
I perform, yeah I bring 100 bands out
And I’m guessin’ he’s fanned out
I’m the one that ball like a college stand-out
It’s the season where you gotta have that can out
I ain’t switchin’ either, guess we ain’t really pan out
I gotta cold heart with heated floors
Missed parental guided, I just see the force
No therapy sessions, I’m in that waiting room readin’ Forbes
This be the reason I’m gettin’ heated for
I know we’re different, but there’s a reason for us
You not talkin’ money, what we’re meeting for?
They went from robbin’ to killin’ that’s what the season’s for
And if you’re robbin’ the Clintons, then what I’m needed for
Christopher Robin the reason I get exceeded for
But Christopher Wallace the reason I’m gettin’ pleaded for
Better get on the go cause this knowledge ain’t what they cheated for
I better get on the go cause my mission ain’t get completed no
I’m chasin’ green faces, copped the Rolexes with blue faces
They said I need to settle down like “Mell what you doin?, You’re not going places”
Box at the Churchill Downs, I’m not doing favors
Yeah
