Yeah.
Fresh off the motherfucking broadcast.
And I'm here, fuego, nigga.
Yeah.
Hey.
Uh.
This happening fast.
Yeah.
Uh.
I told niggas on the low,
but they ain't hear it though.
Boy, that man in the mirror is a miracle.
Hey, wipe your face.
Mama told you no more tears will flow.
We eating better than we was a few years ago.
Send you Weston Union on my payday.
A week later, it's Mayday.
So you return the favor.
We stay the float like from sailors.
Bill collectors blowing us up.
They couldn't fade us.
Bitch, I made straight A's.
Go ahead and try to degrade us.
Haters, but this one's funny.
Man,
one year later,
I was on them phones collecting money.
A lesson for me.
Everybody got a story, dawg.
Unfortunately learned I can't do nothing for you,
dawg.
I'm trying to run the whole game like a morning jog.
With hits like a porno blog.
Not hopping out the shower to make $10 an hour.
Ain't judging though, to each his own.
You pay your bills and raise your kids inside a decent home.
More power to you, but a message to you.
* niggas.
I hope your kids grow up and never want to * with you.
This punk nigga knocked up two hoes at the same time.
And told his nigga they was lying, dawg.
They ain't mine.
That's cold-blooded, but ain't nothing new.
Same old.
* it, though.
What's up with you?
If you made it this far listening without skipping,
then I gotta show love.
Don't worry, I'm just venting.
The late night thoughts of a nigga on a mission.
And I rock my girl to sleep in missionary position.
Tucked the ass in and then I went and grabbed pen.
And there you have it.
Words flowing like magic.
It's truly accurate.
You niggas posing like some hoes up in a beauty pageant.
Nobody touching me.
It's like I got the cooties rapping.
Remember when we caught niggas African booty scratches?
Yeah, that was random, but man, so is life.
You *** your needle,
*** your thread,
and hope you sew it right.
I find myself fiending for a spot to go at night.
With a liquor flowing steady and a hoes polite.
The fast lane make me reminisce on slower life.
The Unabomber bitch, I'm blowing up overnight.
Boom.
Hey, yo, it's happening fast.
I say it's happening fast.
All the drama that I had to get past,
will it last?
Or will it pass just as quick as it came?
Hoes knowin' my name.
Duh, welcome to fame.
I pray to God we don't change.
But even if
we don't, most niggas look at you strange.
But I guess I can't complain.
Hey, man, it's
happening fast.
I say it's happening fast.
I say it's happening fast.