Lyrics:
front
And I'm still the same guy from the throwback
I just get better through the years that go by
See, I came in as SK8, lookin' in the hater's eye
When
mind haters
Still going hard when I'm on hiatus
I'm a binder, I want all my paper
I'm independent, I am my label
I don't gotta pen, or go by the manual,
the room
If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
I get plots on the riot riot bang
y’all haters are mad cuz i stay blessed
I came in this game for the pay check give a fuck about fame ya
Still hustling hard every day stretched y’all
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
grinning
Love to watch a hater get mad
Stupid done caught feelings
I'm on my way to the bag
Ain't Tryna floss really
Why you mad tho
While I'm here imma
Cuz imma keep it G real
I don't fuck with you cuz you disrespected me you disrespected my hood
By telling me take off my flag
Asking how gangster I
angry slowly burning- mad me
Nothing can hold me, slowly burning - mad me
Best believe I'm setting the city on fire
New rules no place for ugly haters
While I cut against the grain
While still staying in my lane
Never change, from small change
To big chains, they big mad I'm destined for big things
Those
think I give a fuck about haters
That boy so mad
Yeah he so mad
I'm testing his patience
Quit all that sneak talk
Quit all that sweet talk
Boy you you so
I'm Boo Boo from the T-Squad comin' straight at ya
I'll put it down so the beat is mad fat yeah
Boom goes the kick t-t the high hat yeah
Here comes
you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay
kick if you spit on it (kick, frrt, grrah, frrt)
Hundreds of bands, I put that lil' shit on 'em (shit, hee, ooh, hee)
Dope in my hand, I had to go flip
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
Be Stupid For Challengin, Knock You Out Of Yo Skeleton
You Be Down On The Floor Like A Lil Flip Or A Banner Fan
I Hustle Man, I Hustle A Grand Like
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
Settle on some weak shit
Thinkin submissiveness issa free pass on life
That's whack
I'm hella pricey
Got vision and dreams
Yet u bitches is still haters
I need my women and payment in dubs
Don't pay attention to haters and scrubs
Thought it was sweet but that ain't what it was
Mad cause I keep me
A nobody and quietly grew into "Dee Wit the Gas"
At first I lacked hustle as told by my dad
But I seen that lil money and start learning fast
Dis Dat Phat
to my face
bitch you better back off that's all
[lil bandit]
I keep it gangster no matter how I flip the script
whether I'm in the studio or just
Dough tell me Why would I flip
He talk a lot lil nigga a snitch
I trap a lot I'm tryna get rich
I'm still riddin round with that stick
Got a big 4 nick
Lil' Chris]
No matter where I'm at, no matter where I go
It's just like this on and off the road
I let them suckers get mad, players keep playing
Fuck
Lil' Chris]
No matter where I'm at, no matter where I go
It's just like this on and off the road
I let them suckers get mad, players keep playing
Fuck
the room
If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
I get plots on the riot riot bang
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