Interest

When you owe a lil' bread to a creditor
Bitch, you better get your cheddar up
That's interest
And when you workin' for the better
But you forever indebted to yourself
Motherfucker that's interest
When you loadin' the Beretta cause your homie gonna set up a vendetta for the Devil
That's interest
Or when they jealous of whoever, cause they see em' on media, but you mentally beat em

You gettin paid?
Nah, I ain't spit for any dollars but I promise if you listen to my shit you get the knowledge (You gettin praise?)
Nah I ain't spit for any ballers but the shit I put to paper is some shit to give you solace (Anyways)
Yeah, you can focus on the flawless
Over here I fuck it up but then I'm pullin' out the polish (That shit is lame)
I guess my shit ain't for the college, fuck a frat party
Bunch of rapist alcoholics
I ain't pull up in a Maserati
If I could get one I would drive it probably
Or maybe whip it in a fire 'Rari
But I don't got a fuckin' muscle car to drive to parties
And it's a fact, I won't apologize if I ain't sorry
I would rather drive a Civic to a critic than a rental, is you mental?
Least I spit it how I live it
Never, fuckin' playin' put a divot in your pivot
Cause I'm comin' up, it's something tough so give this shit a listen (Where the bitches?)
I bet you'd get a couple hoes, if you focus on yourself instead of flexin' in a ghost (Why you bitchin?)
Because I'm sick, I never chose to be put in a position to be dealing with the most
(Wait listen)
I ain't turnin' on the Bose, to be bumpin' that bullshit, sniff it with my nose (I'm addicted)
You be working for the hoes
You ain't working for the money, but you flex so no one knows
That some bullshit I bet it hurts
I'm calling out the clout chasers
The money hungry dummies that'll never work
The culprit is gettin Percs
Maybe if he gets a little higher
Strip it to the wire he could spit a verse
I ain't never seen a genuine gentleman tryna make it to the top, because the genuine get a win
If I make it to greatness it's cause I meddle in evidence
Never hide in the dark cause I write the truth when I get a pen

When you owe a lil' bread to a creditor
Bitch, you better get your cheddar up
That's interest
And when you workin' for the better
But you forever indebted to yourself
Motherfucker that's interest
When you loadin' the Beretta cause your homie gonna set up a vendetta for the Devil
That's interest
Or when they jealous of whoever
Cause they see em' on media, but you mentally beat em

She got no room
Like a family sharing a McLaren, it's embarrassing
What you wearing in the Sheraton has no comparison with what they rocking
What they starin' at's apparent
You say you never care about appearance it's hilarious
Mixing up my karats, it's a various collection
Addicted to the money it's the scariest obsession
Carry all my arrogance and burry misconceptions
Your triggers all the hairiest, a fairy with the weapons
Parry any session that mistake me for rookie
You mistook me when you heard me and I'm sounding like veteran, need a discount
You miscounted, needed more than ten percent
You had a charity, I'm sparin' you a cent
What's investing?
That's money that I got behind ya
You think this shit a game?
You think it's funny?
Must remind ya
You think your bitch is bad?
She got a dummy?
I'm behind her
And when you call her honey, I'll remind ya (I'll remind ya)
And I don't mean to be the problem, but I been needing me a collar
The bar that I need to meet and I just keep on reaching farther
Racing my competition
The guy that made Headed East and Diabla
I need a reasonin' to beat on him and harbor (Facts)
Anger I have left, bout to hang em' by the neck
But I'm talking bout the karma ya bitch
I got a hoe, I'm bout to harvest ya bitch
Cause I get cabbage, I'm a magnet ya bitch
They told me opposites attract, you not attractive ya bitch
Colonizing, getting massive as shit
Taking masses to masses, look at the mass of this clip, yeah
I ain't talking video or Vimeo
Making all this bread,
No homie, I mean it's really dough
Really though, producers be looking silly bro
Cause y'all ain't heard the beat once,
I speak once, this shit just froze
It's really pitiful, they need the money
I just keep it from em', but I'm feeling judgey
But please don't judge me
My keys be the front seat
My heater be in the glove de-partment,
That's where my heart went since shit was still keeping ugly
So keep the reefer from me
They speaking so decent of me
I was confident before I knew that I could be somebody
Ever want to fall in love just to go and leave somebody?
And never think about just what they needed from me?
In my mind they using me
They knew I'd be a softy
All this hate that i'm accruing, I knew that it'd happen to me, like