Say my name, say my name
Won't you wear it out
It's almost like you talking my language
Know you might be sick of all the same shit
But we can do it all 'til I'm famous
Say my name, say my name
Won't you wear it out
Don't know if you heard about me
Feel like there ain't been enough rain around
There hasn't been tears from your face
Two for the set, represent for the common ground
Foresight looking like, they might burn the city out
Give them time, they might find light, they might come around
If they fight, no complies, hell, put them rut-rut down
Nah, nah, fuck it
Tell Christopher to turn me up
Nowadays rappers be testing us like its chuck-a-luck
Wish a dog would like a plank for a pet
And I ain't gotta worry 'bout who's next
They be like Omar ya on, and I, don't need no Icebox
Wrist cold, dripping, you can call me Mr. Nice Watch
I might board a boat, check the wave, that you might cop
And I'll scream, sail, like I'm waiting for the price drop
I'm the rapper that you can't bump because your ex love me
It's Mr. Bag-A-Bitty or Bag-A-Hoe's mommy
I just crashed the Lincoln like it's for a damn hobby
Only 90 on the dash but a 40 in my body
Say my name, say my name
Won't you wear it out
It's almost like you talking my language
Know you might be sick of all the same shit
But we can do it all 'til I'm famous
Say my name, say my name
Won't you wear it out
Don't know if you heard about me
Feel like there ain't been enough rain around
There hasn't been tears from your face
Yuh
I need a
I need a
How you gon'
How you gon' how you gon'
Need some
Water or somethin'
Chris on the beat
How you gon' pick up a piece while you lookin' for peace and then shred them to pieces
He said the loving ain't real in these streets all we got is some liquor and Jesus
No Glock in a 'Rari but you might've seen me cocked back in a Beamer
If he said let's get it then he said let's get it, then I ain't got nothing between them
Sheriff, I'm blind you see
Feeling like I'm just like them
Gone
Leaving the judgment to him
God
Fuck it now let me begin
Run from a city that I have forgiven
For hitting and kicking on me and my kin
Where we greeted with sinning
And called out a Honkey for sagging my denims
Impoverish zombies that beg in your building
Who buy out a donkey and make it a living
Where pompous is nothing but floors and a ceiling
So, I'm feeling strongly that this is my business, nah
Fuck it
I need a mop and bucket
Ain't for no pussy but might as well be it 'cause I'm in this bitch and they love it
I need a
Wait
These rappers just ain't gonna cut it
Hit me if you want a war or feature
Both in my blood they been running
Pap was ain't given no musket
Ducking while Palestine plummet
And I have been spitting since GolfWang
Was burned in your CD for bumping
They been too busy with titties and kitty
But we've been too busy with making a milli
Now ain't that a fact
Chris on the beat
Run it back