Undastand Me

You had the eye of the tiger man
The edge
And now you gotta get it back
And the way to get it back is to go back to the beginning
You know what I mean

Where we at with it
Aye

I ain't got time for bitches
Bitches bitches bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin riches
Riches riches riches
I ain't got time for bitches
Bitches bitches bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin riches
Riches

Ok uh
I swear that I'ma kill
Yall gon' see my name
I do this shit for my fans
Not the fortune or the fame
So fuck everybody that tried to bring me down
I'm the man of the hour
So all you haters bow down
I'm always saying I got big dreams
And I gotta chase them
I never gave a flying fuck about a college major
All I ever care about is a lot of paper
But where I'm from
All I ever get is a lot of prayer
So I'm grind
To the day that I shine for God's sake
Taking shots out of my own fucking Grammy Drake
And don't bring up my past, don't bring up my dad
Don't ever tell me how you wish that I had
Stayed the same sweet person from high school
Cause all that bullshit died out
When that life grew
To them bitches that played me
And them jobs that fired me
Man, fuck you First Data
And you rats already swallowed me

I ain't got time for bitches
Bitches bitches bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin riches
Riches riches riches
I ain't got time for bitches
Bitches bitches bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin riches
Riches

Dear momma
Only God can judge me
But if I die tonight
Dear momma I love you
If them haters slide through with that lamaboo
And I die tonight
What the fuck would my momma do
Tell my niggas I just love them
To the mothafucking death
I rep this Snapback Zeroes shit
I put that life up on my chest
I put your weight up on my shoulders nigga
Plus I rock a vest
Cause them niggas never loved us
They gon' show the flex
And hate come with emotions
And that envy come with lies
Hoe niggas gon' try to murder
And kill you every time
I know this shit is hard my nigga
But we still grind
My momma sick
But I ain't worried about it
I'm fine
My niggas on the line
And we rushing every time
If a nigga hate on me
Milla gotta pull the nine
Cause I only got a little bit of life left
I gotta home nigga
Yeah and I got a wife left
So fuck the world with a middle finger
I'm rapper turned singer
But ain't nobody tryna be a dreamer nigga
Dreams is for sleepers nigga

I ain't got time for bitches
Bitches bitches bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin riches
Riches riches riches
I ain't got time for bitches
Bitches bitches bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin riches
Riches

I ain't got the time
Alright
I'm tryna make a living
Give a fuck what you think
My next car won't get repoed
To where I'm out on my feet
Hit you rappers with real lines
You going to sleep
This my home
You niggas couldn't get through this nap
With a hot comb
This assault with a deadly weapon
We killed your favorite rappers
Favorite rappers last record
I know some real killers
That'll ride on you with glocks
The guns should be on Maury
They don't know who to pop nigga
Kill you niggas
And you ain't even planned it
Pluto
I keep going so you niggas know
This shit is real life
I put it all on the line
Work out with a clock
My nigga it's crunch time
12 PM yesterday
I'm writing verses to past time
I do this for my team
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Selfish ass nigga this year is mine
Leaving you rappers unassisted
Like you never fucking existed

I ain't got time for bitches
Bitches bitches bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin riches
Riches riches riches
I ain't got time for bitches
Bitches bitches bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin riches
Riches