Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell naw
Am I runnin' with the shit?
Fuckin' right, I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right, my ****
Ever gonna quit?
Hell naw
Hell naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell naw
Hell naw
Am I runnin' with the shit?
I really am
Fuckin' right, I bring the levels to this bitch
It's all done
You know you right
I'm makin' music for **** in suit and ties
They all got a money and evil smile
That's ending conversations with the "I'll let my people call your people" line
I rap for the ones still in high school
Probably my age and they think I'm cool
For the little ones callin' me "Uncle"
Shit, you know I do it for the dimes, too
I'm tryna find out where my mind at
I don't think I'm crazy, I'm beyond that
Every girl I'm with is either blessed or obsessed and dressin' and lookin'
Like Beyoncé, and I'm the jiggy jigga, yeah, I'm on that
It's not a thing I hate more than a contract
I been killin' **** since I was the kid that rushes home just to
Play Mortal Kombat, I'm too wavy like the format, I could really
Bring it to your doormat, I don't think you wanna get embarrassed by the
Young king, uh-uh
Naw, man, I'm the leader, now just get behind me
You know you like my shit, you can't deny it, bro
I came up like boom, boom, boom
Dead silence, someone get the bodies, get the bodies
Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell naw
Am I runnin' with the shit?
Fuckin' right, I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right, my ****
Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell naw
Hell naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell naw
Hell naw
Am I runnin' with the shit?
I really am
Fuckin' right, I bring the levels to this bitch
It's all done
You know you right
The real ones listen to me when I tell my story
The fake ones always wanna write it for me
I never wanted to rain on your parade
I started doin' all of this for some white Jordans
Now I made it, clear to the store manager
****, I want this shit delivered to me
It's like all the **** that you all praisin' are just some other ****
To me, and dumbin' down is a motherfuckin' mission for me
I know a couple that could use a couple lyrics from me
I make all of my women look into a mirror for me
And then I tell 'em, "Would you please pick a pillow for me?"
Ah, ****, would you please cry a river for me?
Put a pistol to your head and pull the trigger for me?
Tell me, do you want a kidney or a liver from me?
If you hate me then why do you log in to Twitter for me?
Ah, isn't this a bitch though?
A short **** came in here to swish, ho
I'm doin' every day and nightshift just to get it
'Cause you ain't really hot until your wrist cold
Can somebody order me some chill, though?
I really never, ever had to chill, bro
But I'm givin' everybody chills, ****, chill, chill, chill
Can somebody get the window? Damn
Can somebody get the window?
Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell naw
Am I runnin' with the shit?
Fuckin' right, I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right, my ****
Ever gonna quit?
Hell naw
Hell naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell naw
Hell naw
Am I runnin' with the shit?
I really am
Fuckin' right, I bring the levels to this bitch
It's all done
You know you right, my ****
What else?
You tell me
Look at all the hurdles that I overcame
I told 'em as a youngin' it would know the name
You should pull up to the hotel, man, it's so insane
I'm kickin' bitches out the traphouse like I'm Tory Lanez
Look at, look at all the hurdles that I overcame
I told 'em as a youngin' it would know the name
You should pull up to the hotel, shit, it's so insane
I'm kickin' bitches out the traphouse like I'm Tory Lanez
Yeah, I like my girls high like standards
They gotta pop like Jackson, they gotta be above average
They gotta take the dick like chances
You know you with it with your friends that don't know Jesus
And that ass thick as thieves
I'm just Adam tryna eat the apple bottom off Eve
I'm tryna inspire, man, do it for the youth so I'ma cop a whip
And say, "Hell naw" to the roof
Hell naw to the ceilings, fuck limits
This ain't that kiddie flow so I can't have you ducks in it
I'm married to the hustle and I'm stuck with it
It's Bad Hair season, ****, fuck with it

Writer(s): Nasty C.