Call It What You Want
Bet they fucking with me now
I bet they fucking with me now, ho
Bet they kneel when I grab the crown
Bet they fucking with me now
Bitch... for real, though
Bet they fucking with me now
I call it hating, you call it whatever you like
"Realycist," know I had to drop it
Too bad everybody split
Couple of em', know they thought I quit, so I had to drop the mother fucking heat
"2 Faces," bitch, I know you heard it
In time, I bet they get acquitted when they see me run the fucking game like Emmitt
Find the gap and make my own lane
Had to snap-back cause I never fitted
Never fitted, get it?
On my Cudi shit, first tape in my mid 20's
First I couldn't see the vision, now I'm 20-20
Feel like 20x5 cause I keep it 100, Wilt Chamberlain, ho
Fuck runner up, we only shoot for gold
Started at the bottom, so there's only one way left to go
Bitch look like a young Farrah Fawcett
Leaking all my music free like a faucet
Still not enough, but I'm seeing profit
What the fuck do you expect from the prophet?
Know the movement independent, did it out of pocket
Ain't no mother fucking critic about to stop it
I did this all on my own
If there's 20 points then I got 10 assists
Fuck Uncle Sam, I'm keeping all the gross
Fuck Uncle Sam, I'm staying heavy dosed
Talking heavily meditated
Ganga is my only medication
Have you ever seen a hater countin' cheddar?
I ain't ever seen a hater doing better
I know I'm better than these mother fucker's
So if they wasn't, then I...
Bet they fucking with me now
I bet they fucking with me now, ho
Bet they kneel when I grab the crown
Bet they fucking with me now
Bitch... for real, though
Bet they fucking with me now
I call it hating, you call it whatever you like
Autor(es): Sha Tillman
