Only my way, my way, my way goes If you you don't know how to treat a woman Close your eyes, ain't no point in looking Over here with the weak shit Get out of here with the weak shit You won't get nowhere with that No I don't want that back Don't want that

This dick ain't free Fuck you, motherfucker, you a ho-ass nigga I don't know why you you trying to go big, nigga you you ain't shit Walking around like you you God's gift to Earth, nigga you you ain't shit You ain't even buy me no outfit for the fourth I need that

I'll dot your I's and cross your fuckin' T's (Bring it!) There ain't nothin' in this world for free There's not a man, not a man I believe Give a rat's ass what you you think about me I give a shit, don't give a shit about anything This is the man that I'm

Loving you you is complicated I place blame when you you still Place shame when you you steal Feel like you you ain't shit Feel like you you don't feel, confidence in yourself Breakin' on marble floors Watchin' anonymous strangers tellin' me that I'm yours But you you ain't

We ain't got to prove shit to y'all so all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' Bitch keep talkin' Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' Cause we ain't stoppin' cause you you ain't stoppin'

Know a nigga gotta talk my shit I ain't think twice, I paid that price and we did this, nigga Look, reached every goal I actually set I had to sit back down and rearrange that list, nigga Look, and now I'm out here gettin' rich You You know a nigga gotta

Rock bottom I got nothing left to hide I got nothing left but pride Nothing left to say Don't bring that shit to me I ain't your bitch, I ain't your boy I ain't no god damn motherfucking toy I'm not dead, I'm still alive You You don't like it, you can go

I ain't your baby no more And we both hope there's something But we bo-both keep fronting And it's a closed discussion And I'm thinking "Damn, if these walls could talk" Well, they'd be like "Shit is crazy right?" Been about three days and I'm comin' back

I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’ Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’ Damn, damn what they say about me? I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch I

(I got a Public Pretender, tryin' to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender, they'll have you you for dinner) Now that's how this shit go! And I know you you don't like me spittin' in your motherfuckin' face But ain't a motherfuckin' thing, you can do,