Blink Twice

I'm 'bout to
 Break bread with the enemies
 'Bout to find out if I'm really better but I better be
 'Cause if they spit it and I'm with it then I'll let 'em be
 Don't want no smoke 'cause I'm tryna be a better me
 I better see a 100k on my desk I gotta flex
 Wear a 100 chains on my chest
 These fuckin' squares better circle up and cut my cheques
 They tryna buy me 'cause I got next
 I got
 20 thousand coming for a verse though
 Tried to trip me up but I really came in first though
 I'm the type of motherfuckin' nigga with a fur coat
 I'm the type of motherfucker drive a twin turbo
 Herbal, rolled up in a element
 I be spittin' venom when I kill 'em for the hell of it
 I got hella loud, and she want me to sell a bit
 She said she like my song but I got hella shit
 I used to be a miskeen guy
 Miskeen creps with a miskeen ride
 Then I had a vision, couple years go by
 Now I'm really living like a dream so I wake up
 With a motherfuckin' blunt on the table
 Spark that shit, then I smoke it to the face so
 I can levitate, never wait on a payroll
 I believe in fate 'cause I make it when I say so
 Wait though
 I got problems now
 Fake niggas tryna make it off my sound
 Fake bitches tryna know where I be now
 All because I'll make a milli from a hobby now
 Make a milli from the track
 Spend a milli on the loud
 Trust me I got hella millis coming in n out
 Its not about the money bitch, that's not what I'm about
 Nah that's not what I'm about
 So fuck what you heard 'cause I'm moving like a fuckin' loose cannon
 Your boo fannin' when the Bentley coupe standin'
 Off the coast of Morocco
 Better call up Blacko
 Better let him know that I'm the motherfuckin' Chapo
 Drop hoes, in an instant
 Blink twice, and she missed it
 She got a new man, he's a dipshit
 You can't tell me nothin' about this shit
 But she gon' follow her addiction
 Find another man that she can live with
 Find another me who never did shit
 She just need the dollar for the wishlist
 She said that cash rules everything around her problems
 Cream get the money so that maybe she could solve 'em
 I told her baby this ain't nothin' and I got it
 Said I like her dress even thought I fuckin' bought it
 Hold up, didn't she know me before the fame?
 Didn't she tell me that she ain't really tryna get paid
 Off the verses that I made where I talk about my days
 And I write about this bitch and I'm losing it like may-day
 Hey wait, why she lose it when I say Drake?
 Why she only fuckin' with me on my pay day?
 What would Ye say?
 Too many rappers treat the motherfuckin' studio like it's a fuckin' playdate
 Wait wait, what these fakes tryna say say?
 Why these beggars coming my way way?
 All they really droppin' is the hate
 And I'm never fuckin' late when I say that I
 Drop hoes, in an instant
 Blink twice, and she missed it
 She got a new man, he's a dipshit
 You can't tell me nothin' about this shit
 But she gon' follow her addiction
 Find another man that she can live with
 Find another me who never did shit
 She just need the dollar for the wishlist