I ain't never wrote a song, no, I don't need no patterpant They say I'm rapper of the year, I got this mad again The grind don't ever stop, every day we getting it in Love to rap about art, so I'm finna tell them bout them bands Every time I hit the road, I come back with at least a ten If you wake up trying to get some dough, then you know what I'm saying I be hatin' on the kid like, "[Bleep], them really fans Man, this *** I just made from the show can't fit inside my pen Early morning, woke up to a check, just made me do my dance Jump on the mic and go dumb on the beat, that *** don't make no sense I want that bread, me, I can keep the beef, that *** don't make no bands I'm in the booth, I'm in here dropping heat like, "[Bleep], go get the fan Hold on, let me throw my shades on, now I'm in that mode He wasn't tryna get no money early, now that boy too old Why these haters worried bout the kid? "[Bleep], go touch your nose When they see me go and drop that penny, I might make it snow See the kid, I turn into a star, it's my time to shine The weed ain't get no sleep, we been too busy on the grind I go crazy on the beat, they be like, will you get your line? My [...] bad, I love the way she look at me, she know she fine I ain't never wrote a song, no, I don't need no pad or pen They say I'm rapper of the year, I got them [...] mad again The grind don't ever stop, every day we getting it in Love to rap my art, so I'm finna tell them bout them bands Every time I hit the road, I come back with at least a ten If you wake up trying to get some dough, then you know what I'm saying They be hating on the kid like, "[Bleep], them [...] really fans Man, these [...] I just made from the show can't fit inside my pen I feel like I'm heaven sent, but [...] I gotta give them hell All them [...] that ain't let me hit back then, they on my trail Tryna come around, but cut his cape, [...] I can tell We put gas up in the sky, that's marriage and you smell *