My bag

Why the fuck should I be spreading my bag I'm the only one grinding for riches, trying to get my riches

You busters hatin you be acting like fags y'all pussys cry more than my bitch cry more than my bitch whew, whew, whew, cry more than my bitch whew, whew ,whew, I know you suckers don't like me ,wanna be head the king not likely ,you mother fuckers couldn't touch me wit a flag pole I'ma great white shark you a tadpole you suckers always getting beat like a glass bowl should've stayed in the back where you belong you gone get yourself killed trying to come for my throne it's hard to play the game when you playing all alone make room in the field cause I'm in my zone

Why the fuck should I be spreading my bag I'm the only one grinding for riches, trying to get my riches you busters hatin you be acting like fags y'all pussys cry more than my bitch cry more than my bitch whew, whew, whew cry more than my bitch whew, whew, whew, this ain't a dis tract homie this is real life you fucking wit a real boss wit some real stripes surpress your attitude fuck what you feel like you a whole bitch homie that's what you live like don't shit get done unless I give the word talking down on the king you got some fucking nerves fuck around and get beat brain on the curve you a air head homie boy you spaced out trying to move in the streets like you got clout real goons move in silence we don't say shit until we catch you in the streets and let the k click why the fuck should I be spreading my bag I'm the only one grinding for riches, trying to get my riches you busters hatin you be acting like fags y'all pussys cry more than my bitch cry more than my bitch whew, whew, whew, cry more than my bitch whew, whew, whew