(Intro)
Yeah, perchance this should just be the intro, like this
That's it, squad, b*tch

(Verse 1)
All these bad b*tches say they love me, I already know
Check the, cheque the ring that's on my finger 'cause I'one thousand married, ho
There he get, everybody know that boy pockets is swole
What'southward good? That audio familiar, never been hither before
Life practiced, 'cause I simply got quoted two-hundred a show
Oh no, oh no, 2-hundred a show
Overnight, all this coin that I've been makin', I gave information technology right back
To all of the people that fabricated me, you know nosotros similar that
Don't know why your b*tch wanna engagement me, merely I can't fight that
Guess you ain't done sh*t for her lately, not on the right rails
If I call back that sh*t sound proficient I gotta write that
Weed man knockin' on the door, I'll be right back
Pass the sh*t to 6ix, watch him light that
Hit the studio, tape the sh*t, then mix the sh*t, and then master it
And then we do the show and they recite that
B*tch, I'm right back, told 'em 'bout my life, told 'em 'bout my life
Told 'em I was broke equally f**k likewise many nights
Now I see my name up on so many lights.
But everybody prolly think this sh*t done happened, happened, happened

(Chorus)
vernight, people recall this how this sh*t happened, just they never right
Acting like they got it, they got information technology, but they never quite
Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets that they trap over–over–overnight
People think this how this sh*t happened, but they never right
Interim like they got it, they got it
Merely they never quite seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets like they trappin' and burnin' (woo, woo)

(Bridge i)
Tell me how y'all really feel, how you really experience
All they ever do is hate the boy, simply now they know the proper name
Tell me how you really feel, how y'all actually feel
All they always do is detest the male child, but now I run the game
Tell me how you lot actually feel, how you really feel
You tin detest now all you want, simply sh*t won't e'er be the same
Tell me how yous actually feel, how you lot really experience
Y'all tin can hate me, but I'm not the reason that your life is lame

(Verse 2)
Tell me, is it really and so hard? Really so hard, to be a good person?
Tell me, is information technology really so hard, actually so difficult, to stop acting like a b*tch? (woo)
I treated everybody with respect and now I'g rich (woo)
I treated everybody with respect
Maybe you got issues with your daddy, though
Peradventure you was bullied dorsum in loftier schoolhouse
Maybe you are just a tool

(Bridge 2)
Mayhap you're the reason, y'all're the reason
The reason I don't f**thousand with nobody, and
Possibly you're the reason, y'all're the reason
The reason I came upward with nobody, and
Perhaps you're the reason, you're the reason
Everybody recall this right here happened

(Chorus)
Overnight, people think this how this sh*t happened, but they never right
Interim like they got it, they got information technology, just they never quite
Seem to understand that this correct here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets that they trap over–over–overnight
People think this how this sh*t happened, but they never correct
Acting like they got it, they got information technology,
But they never quite seem to sympathise that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets similar they trappin' and burnin' down, sh*t