Hate To Say
I find it funny how niggas start talking money
I'm living lovely, apartment far from the bunjee
I remember us living not too far from the junkees
The flunkees that tried to to punk me on corners, but never sunk me, I swear
In this bitch, yeah, I'm killing this year
Them boys hated, they gon' feel it this year
I bought a 'Rari, I only drove in it once, I'm movin' different this year
I'm leaving thousands, talking millions this year
When niggas really talkin'
Talkin' over, talk it over
Renegotiate and make the play and they cough it over
I crossed over like Iverson when he dropped the shoulder on Jordan
The feelin' more than the sport when you winning fuck how they feelin'
The feelings got left aside
I told them to step aside
I'm rarely eating, I'm ordering more extra size, you know me
'Round the block, glovers spittin' them hot flows
My sense smells like Michelle was touching Barack's clothes
Presidential, the flow is so evidential
At the clearport customs, I barely show my credentials
Don't need a tinted, I want you to know who's in it
Had me offended last time that I walked in the Holt Renfrew
Let's break it down for 'em
Account this, if every show is a 100 thou' for him
Then that mean, a hundred minutes on stage will equal a 100K
That's one thousand a minute
So please don't get offended, if I walk inside a store and spend 35 in it
'Cause to me, that's just 35 minutes
Land in Jamaica, sip on a Guinness and get it
Who wanna witness my nigga, I'm really sick with the shiznit
I brought big Poppy out at the SumFest
Sean Kingston watched it from the side stage
I made triple the advance that he had gave me in my first year
45 minutes of me on stage
And I'm not amazed
I think the tables turning
I think you learn from the bridge you burn when you see it burning
I think you learn from the world when you see it turning
I went from being a server to being this platinum deserver, you feel me?
Did a song with Meek Milly, called it "Litty"
Really I just did that shit for the city, in love with Philly
God, this chinchilla fur on me, just in case it gets chilly
Burner on my side pocket, just that's incase you get illy out here
Me and Travi$ Scott almost fought at the Mala Luna
We both agreed shortly after that it was music
We possibly could be doin' that's bigger than tryna ruin it
So my apologies, nigga, just forgive me for doing it
History made in New York City, we called a truce at the tower
I only brought a couple niggas with me
The beef was finished as soon as we took the picture
The world was watching
The attention in the industry started shifting to me
Lord forgive 'em, Lord forgive 'em, I was tripping all the time
I spit subliminal dissing, just tryna rip shit
Not realizing if I took the time to kick it
And me and Drake mendin' bridges it'd probably equal to winnin'
Got the hardhead flow, money come in so thick
Them nigga call it hard bread dough
I'm in this all-red four-seater, I'm leaning like the '06 fours
I said I'd stop freestyling but fuck it, oh well
A nigga flow so well, I'm like a sampling kit
Give a fuck 'bout who get pissed about by samples and skits
Niggas mad I'm remixing they shit
Fuck out of here, nigga, stop being a bitch
I think it's time we cut the silence by niggas that's talking violent
Speak of silence and give 'em coffins and violins playin'
R&B niggas with Sisqó haircuts, wildin' and stylin'
They dissing, guess they just tryna go viral, I feel 'em
This your favorite song, this gon' be your favorite song
Except when I say it, it's really the people's favorite song
You did a vid dissin' to flex the i8
I could've flexed a 'Rari or Wraith, but nigga, I ain't
Instead, I bought my house the other day and flexed in the paint
Real estate, I'm property shopping, bitches probably watching
Got the Gadget-Go flow, Nobu and So-Ho
I've been crossed by some nigga, I used to go toe-to-toe for
Blow for blow flow, sick enough to eat a blowfish
G5 jet playin' Go-fish, eatin' gold fish
Just for the record, I did this shit for the hopeless
Just drove a Rolls through the hood on the corner where I was homeless
It's Fargo
I'm living lovely, apartment far from the bunjee
I remember us living not too far from the junkees
The flunkees that tried to to punk me on corners, but never sunk me, I swear
In this bitch, yeah, I'm killing this year
Them boys hated, they gon' feel it this year
I bought a 'Rari, I only drove in it once, I'm movin' different this year
I'm leaving thousands, talking millions this year
When niggas really talkin'
Talkin' over, talk it over
Renegotiate and make the play and they cough it over
I crossed over like Iverson when he dropped the shoulder on Jordan
The feelin' more than the sport when you winning fuck how they feelin'
The feelings got left aside
I told them to step aside
I'm rarely eating, I'm ordering more extra size, you know me
'Round the block, glovers spittin' them hot flows
My sense smells like Michelle was touching Barack's clothes
Presidential, the flow is so evidential
At the clearport customs, I barely show my credentials
Don't need a tinted, I want you to know who's in it
Had me offended last time that I walked in the Holt Renfrew
Let's break it down for 'em
Account this, if every show is a 100 thou' for him
Then that mean, a hundred minutes on stage will equal a 100K
That's one thousand a minute
So please don't get offended, if I walk inside a store and spend 35 in it
'Cause to me, that's just 35 minutes
Land in Jamaica, sip on a Guinness and get it
Who wanna witness my nigga, I'm really sick with the shiznit
I brought big Poppy out at the SumFest
Sean Kingston watched it from the side stage
I made triple the advance that he had gave me in my first year
45 minutes of me on stage
And I'm not amazed
I think the tables turning
I think you learn from the bridge you burn when you see it burning
I think you learn from the world when you see it turning
I went from being a server to being this platinum deserver, you feel me?
Did a song with Meek Milly, called it "Litty"
Really I just did that shit for the city, in love with Philly
God, this chinchilla fur on me, just in case it gets chilly
Burner on my side pocket, just that's incase you get illy out here
Me and Travi$ Scott almost fought at the Mala Luna
We both agreed shortly after that it was music
We possibly could be doin' that's bigger than tryna ruin it
So my apologies, nigga, just forgive me for doing it
History made in New York City, we called a truce at the tower
I only brought a couple niggas with me
The beef was finished as soon as we took the picture
The world was watching
The attention in the industry started shifting to me
Lord forgive 'em, Lord forgive 'em, I was tripping all the time
I spit subliminal dissing, just tryna rip shit
Not realizing if I took the time to kick it
And me and Drake mendin' bridges it'd probably equal to winnin'
Got the hardhead flow, money come in so thick
Them nigga call it hard bread dough
I'm in this all-red four-seater, I'm leaning like the '06 fours
I said I'd stop freestyling but fuck it, oh well
A nigga flow so well, I'm like a sampling kit
Give a fuck 'bout who get pissed about by samples and skits
Niggas mad I'm remixing they shit
Fuck out of here, nigga, stop being a bitch
I think it's time we cut the silence by niggas that's talking violent
Speak of silence and give 'em coffins and violins playin'
R&B niggas with Sisqó haircuts, wildin' and stylin'
They dissing, guess they just tryna go viral, I feel 'em
This your favorite song, this gon' be your favorite song
Except when I say it, it's really the people's favorite song
You did a vid dissin' to flex the i8
I could've flexed a 'Rari or Wraith, but nigga, I ain't
Instead, I bought my house the other day and flexed in the paint
Real estate, I'm property shopping, bitches probably watching
Got the Gadget-Go flow, Nobu and So-Ho
I've been crossed by some nigga, I used to go toe-to-toe for
Blow for blow flow, sick enough to eat a blowfish
G5 jet playin' Go-fish, eatin' gold fish
Just for the record, I did this shit for the hopeless
Just drove a Rolls through the hood on the corner where I was homeless
It's Fargo
Credits
Writer(s): Robin Williams, Julian C. Bunetta, John Henry Ryan, Jamie Scott Baylin, Daystar Peterson, Daniel Gonzalez, Maurice Griffin
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