Lyrics 8 Ball - Mak11

Bitch I'm finna get it in like the 8 ball pocket
And I ain't listening to them I hear the hate when they talking
I been envisioning me winning making paper and profit
They been conditioned but I'm different made a wave now they watching
I stayed the same that's a concept that y'all don't understand
Can't break the chain I been constant I got the upper hand
Won't fade away in this process I want them rubber bands
I ain't gon' change yeah I promise I'm gon' become the man

I'm gon' become the man, going nuts in front of fans
Smoke a couple dozen grams, open up another can
Pouring up the mud and sand, blow a fucking hundred grand
Know they wonder what's my plan, don't owe you nothing shut your hand
Can't show you love ain't from the fam, my foes they must be mad at me
Expose they bluff they stuck and jammed, they broke I cut they fantasy short
Adjust your hustle damn, your focus such a fallacy
This road get tough but trust me man, my goals are what I'm battling for
I can't do no back and forth with them that's petty shit
Got the crew don't ask no more we where the fetti is
Walking through and slamming doors we here get ready bitch
They want some proof they can't be sure put fear in 'em like Freddy did
Like Krueger I maneuver through these hoops and keep on killing y'all
They stupid for assuming dude would lose I'll deal with millions dawg
The roof'll get removed up in the coupe I'll peel the ceiling off
I choose to see these views 'cause they the truth I'm feeling brilliant now

Bitch I'm finna get it in like the 8 ball pocket
And I ain't listening to them I hear the hate when they talking
I been envisioning me winning making paper and profit
They been conditioned but I'm different made a wave now they watching
I stayed the same that's a concept that y'all don't understand
Can't break the chain I been constant I got the upper hand
Won't fade away in this process I want them rubber bands
I ain't gon' change yeah I promise I'm gon' become the man