Fuck with me

BigPappaBeat about to lay it down on the track for all you dumb fucks who

 

Wanna be hard this is what it takes.

 

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

 

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

 

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

 

That means i'm over flowin all you rappin niggas in cups

 

Focused on tryna get paid, i'm self made, i'm on a mission to get to the nba,

 

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime"

 

I'm getting more self-assured than i've ever been before

 

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

 

Myself, self-loathing, cause i'm on a brink, mostly

 

With the blaze on your blunt sand you can picture thoughts slowly

 

The club underwater, have em running out the front

 

So stand back, homies, i'm voltorb, about to self-destruct

 

They say my music knocks, so i hope it opens every door

 

Fame made me self-absorbed mesmerized by the gold i wore

 

I'm self provoked can't rap about shit i don't do anymore hard to cope

 

U got fire? nope, ur skills about as alive as the pope! So i walk out the door

 

And throw on the coat I'm self made i own a boat homie fuck with me and

 

You'll go in the dirt now shut the fuck up and hit your growth spurt.