MIXTAPE

Tell me what's the definition of a mixtape Type of shit you make just to let a nigga hate I was young as fuck but I knew that I'd be great Man look me in my eyes and don't think I'll hesitate It's a lot of your food that I'm putting on my plate I remember being young listening to Gucci mixtapes When Lil Wayne dropped niggas got out the way That's the fucking legacy I wanted one day Let me fucking tell you that day is today This for all people who thought I'd never make a way This for all the people thought they'd get me out the way This for all the people that ignored me til this day I could stunt on you for life and i don't care if it's right I don't look up God and start asking why I already know why, I just wanna find out who Once I figure that shit out dawg I'm getting rid of you It don't take much to get much to get rid of you I could outwork you even if there was two of you I could keep this shit up for life how you burnt fool You needa bust you ain't working like you say u do Niggas ain't really on they grind, I put in a lot of time I ain't wasting no time, dawg I'm tryn get mines I'm tryn really shine, make a hater go blind They rather be online posting comments like all the time I'm Tell me what's the definition of a mixtape Type of shit you make just to let a nigga hate I was young as fuck but I knew that I'd be great Man look me in my eyes and don't think I'll hesitate It's a lot of your food that I'm putting on my plate I remember being young listening to Gucci mixtapes When Lil Wayne dropped niggas got out the way That's the fucking legacy I wanted one day I don't give a fuck about hater dawg I been lit I been getting money dawg, i always had a bad chick Always had my wrist lit, always on some new shit Ain't nobody coulda stopped me, they wanted to but ain't do shit This the shit dawg that I be talking bout I be running laps around you, all you do is run your mouth I make all the anthems for the real niggas now Got my city on my back dawg I can't let em down So tell me how you feel, I don't got a deal but I be making deals Marcu$ with a dollar sign, I got mass appeal Niggas can't compete with me the struggle gone be real I plan for success dawg, I'm never gone fail It's me and Aye Z, competition pale Check out my delivery, look what's in the mail Ima be on fire walking down a paper trail Remember my name when I send you straight to hell