Hear Me Out

Give me your Oh, baby, give me your Oh, I like it when you Give me your I was tryna rap a lot, but I was slanging' rocks Hanging' crops' 'round the block since panda pops All these nigga hatin' on me Told her, "Don't make it awkward, " when I fucked his mate like a tree (uh) Lookin' like I got on a neon chain More green in my videos than Tion Wayne They wanna ask pictures, and that 911 exhaust smoking like Marge's sisters Opps they don't glide, they just hide when I see 'em I got haze eye, bitches tryna slide in my DM, uh I was only fifteen when I had a Rollie Cookin' squares in the kitchen, they ain't ravioli I-I don't need a record deal 'cause shit piles You niggas blow the advance before the ink dries I'm paranoid with all this food in the basement Me and my nigga W come like Lulu and Ace, uh (my nigga) I pull up in that AMG You bring that bitch, Nova cough, had that chicken, KFC I made it out the hood, I'm inspiring the youth Every time I throw a party, I had snipers on the roof (uh) N-north West ballers, I get so much dome in my studio, that it's literally the headquarters Remeniscin' in the Tesla How I made them fiends crack smiles when I was giving out testers Gettin' money, I ain't maintainin' I'm runnin' through these bricks like Harry Potter at the train station I go any block, I don't care how far So much goons hopping out the whip, look like a clown car I had fears of bein' broke with a can of beer Now look, now I'm a millionaire with nappy hair This chick's on me to beat But I ain't hear 'cause she been through more bodies than Mystique I'm a Stoic, can't alter my mood, fuck the opp block I still drive through like I'm orderin' food And I ain't partyin' without my straddy in the venue Kush gang, bitch, hella Calis on the menu They sayin' they prefer the old me Then go listen to the old me, 'cause now, I'm an OG (uh) Jordan 4s or designers on my feet Fuck a MBE, I was knighted on the street I go to Hell if my niggas is there I blew a mill' in a year, it's cool, though I'm still a millionaire Last time we topped the charts, they thought it was luck This time, we did it again, what the fuck? Speedin' in my new hot car, wanna rap with me? Meet me on a roof-top bar (uh) Cah I'm hardly on the strip, now, I'm gone clear Certain rappers fell off, me, I'm still top tier Remember when the strip was my office Ain't no workers 'round me, I got a clique full of bosses, uh And that- that's enough, man