SomethingOffAboutYouAndI'mGonFindOutWhatItIs

All you people lookin done
I look like I'm getting started,
say you got a bunch of guns,
but I've yet to see one
just know,
if you put one to my face
you better let it fuckin' blow
and make it hit, cause if you miss,
I'll rip the veins up out your throat
with my bare fuckin hands and,
words don't make a man,
it's the man that make his words,
always talking like you got it, you ain't got it,
you a fraud and I can spot it from kilometers away
and you ain't even gotta say it, aye

Flex checks,
get decked
you ain't even set yet
see that money go
when you blow it on a jet rent
say you livin lavish but I'm yet to be
impressed and
fuck how much you bench press
fuck it if you get pressed
Your bitch complainin to me,
bout how you ain't get her wet wet
If I was in your shoes
I'd have been slit my neck, yeah
Its gon come a time
when you get completely wrecked and,
you gon think about me
and these words and my inflection, bitch