Can't Hear U

I'm so piped, I might be like five
 Like ten (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Gettin' 'em, cool!
 They ain't never seen another beat like this
 Thinkin' 'bout money can't make you rich
 Twenty-four-seven I'm with my wrist
 Twenty-four-seven I'm with my wrist
 Shame on me when I reminisce, yeah
 Devil stay down 'cause he hit and miss, yeah
 Get out of my face if you know you ain't real
 Speak up, boy, I don't know how you feel
 So you might as well say something
 Whatcha say?
 Whatcha say? My boy
 Whatcha say? Can't hear you
 Whatcha say? (What he say?)
 Whatcha say? Can't hear you
 What he say? Nah, man, I can't hear you
 Whatcha doin' I ain't nowhere near you
 I don't know where you came from (Who you?)
 But you really can't change nuthin' (No way)
 Need to stay in your lane, son (Yo lane)
 You try campaign some (Campaign)
 If you need a little Pesos (Lil' green)
 Why didn't you say so? (Say some)
 Double checkin', just make sure (Make sure)
 Never knew that case closed (Uh-uh)
 Hold on, where you're goin'? (Where you goin'?)
 You ain't found no money, where you're goin'?
 Wakin' up this mornin' from a dream, my whip so foreign (Skrr, skrr)
 But it already noon
 When you eatin' good, it ain't 'bout show
 Gotta feed my little girl, she growin' (She keep eatin')
 Used to ring around the rosie, nosy police in my space
 Then, the one and only told me: "Homie, don't be livin'"
 When it work like holy, oly, holy, moly, don't it stop
 When a rollie-pollie ollie on me, tick-tock, it don't stop
 They ain't never seen another beat like this
 Thinkin' 'bout money can't make you rich
 Twenty-four-seven I'm with my wrist
 Twenty-four-seven I'm with my wrist
 Shame on me when I reminisce, yeah
 Devil stay down 'cause he hit and miss, yeah
 Get out of my face if you know you ain't real
 Speak up, boy, I don't know how you feel
 So you might as well say something
 Whatcha say?
 Whatcha say? My boy
 Whatcha say? Can't hear you
 Whatcha say? (What he say?)
 Whatcha say? Can't hear you (Cool)
 What he say? Nah man, I can't hear you
 Whatcha doin' I ain't nowhere near you
 (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
 I can't hear you
 I got a drive, but I don't got a rearview
 You got rules that I never adhere to
 They throwin' shade 'cause I'm way too bright
 We ain't never seen Christ, but I don't live near you
 I only fear God, I do not fear you
 I know that everybody is not what they appear to
 I stay low-key, but I'm top tier, too
 I-I-I can't hear you
 And my phone ain't got no service
 Don't hit my line, I'm workin'
 All my rap songs sound like sermons
 They got kicked out of so many churches
 I can't help it if your girl start twerkin'
 I don't judge, 'cause we're all soul searchin'
 They think being saved mean not cursin'
 Shoot so much that I hurt my wrist
 People froze up: man, it must be a glitch
 I was so down, feeling blue like Stitch
 Stealin' my gifts, like a scene from The Grinch
 Can't invest time if I know it won't flip
 Baby, ain't fail, but this carnival's lit
 Blood, sweat, tears, and it cost me a grip
 Didn't sell my soul, but I came out rich
 So many people in line, I skipped
 Try to put me down, but that charge, it stick
 Do it for the love, I don't do it for the chips
 But if there ain't no chips, then I'ma probably gonna dip
 Gotta keep it real, can't bite my lip
 Y'all need pills, like Ozzy & Drix
 Do it for the kids, y'all way too stiff
 Silly rabbits, just mad that they ain't got no Trix
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