Man, get the fuck up out my face I get it, I get it
Big Chance is here, I get it, I get it Now, this is really for
All the hatin' ass hoes That said I wasn't gon' make it
And I can't rap

Listen, jumped off the porch , I see a better life
Fake friends, they bums to' me
Running' up a check every time you niggas lied on me
Never need opinions , bitches always fuckin' gossipin

I'm guessin' I'm the bully, all these pussy niggas fans to me
Watch what I do, I'm on my Pac shit, rock shit
Hang up the phone, you fake rappers, y'all some counterfeits
I'm cookin' up, I'm cookin' up, fuckin' grits, bitch

Hit the kill switch, got em thinkin' that we friends, bitch
Bye bye, shout out to the legends that came before me
Never cocky, never taking what yall say literally
I'm really made for this, so fuck what you talkin' bout

There's no friends in the game, so I'm playin' by myself
Yeah, I'm really doin' it, I'ma be the biggest star
Ridin' around in foreign cars, hit you where it hurts, nigga
Now I'm lashing out, can't even be around you niggas

I got bad anxiety, I don't wanna lose my temper and have you bitches cryin
This is verse two yeah, I'm on that, B-I-G, I'm on that
All you niggas lightweight and cannot fuck with big chance
If I see you in the streets, you better pop out givin' bars

I'm talkin' real bars, real bars
I'm just poppin' my shit, you dumb niggas
Fan me down like i am the Don you dumb niggas, if I peep you hating its over, you little peasant
Playtime is over, you niggas cannot beat me

Shades on, real cool, real raw that's what I do
Never argue with a bum, that's what I know to do
If I see a hater talkin', I'm on it
If I see a bum nigga, I'm on it

You know, I did it again
You know, I don't try to
But I don't, you know, it's a talent
You know, God gift me with the bars

Don't be mad at me, be mad at God
Don't be mad at me
Straight laughin' on you niggas