I just wanna know how niggas going to jail

Telling on niggas, coming back home and it still being cool

I just wanna know how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers

Ain’t got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna know

I wanna know, if a nigga ain’t really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in

Niggas still letting it fly like it’s cool, I really wanna know man

This shit getting different out here it’s getting spooky

Now when that shit went down with Chris, you wrote a check

In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect (you a fraud)

So what that tell me? You a pussy and a fan

Say the wrong shit you know the shooters at your neck

I just wanna know, if you ain’t write that running through the six shit

Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six with?

(Running through the six with my woes

Counting money you know how it goes

All the real live forever baby

And the fake get exposed)

Niggas writing for you cause you know you never did shit

When I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish

We the type of niggas to tie your mother up

Fuck your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy

You really sweet, I call you buttercup

You fucking dork you changed the style because you studied us

Coming with the same flow

Switching up your lingo

We just want a refund, this ain’t what we paid for

Every time that we come, we get what we came for

Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you king though?

I just wanna know, I just wanna know

How these niggas acting like they true but really faking

People acting like it go

I just wanna know, I just wanna know

Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was it Detail where you really got your flow?

(Milli Vanilli that nigga)

Money make a fake ass nigga look real again

Money make a sucker that told look trill again

Says a lot about all the people that's feeling him

But I'ma show you bitch ass niggas we're real again

Heard that other nigga talking we ain’t get back yet

Let’s keep it short, nigga you ain’t get your chick back yet

And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that check

You went from Clear Port to buddy pass you miss that jet, hold up

Cat, I got to take them off of here, that's right

I got to take them off of here, there’s only one

And that’s me, you understand?

'Fore all that fighting, you understand?

Sucka thinks he good

Sucka thinks he can whoop me

And I know he can’t whoop me and I

Hey boy, the nigga whole style is chump, you understand?

When it comes to me you understand

Let me get mines first

Then after I get mine, y’all can do what you wanna do

You know you fucked up right?

You shoulda just said nothing

Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop

All I hear is platinum that platinum this

Meanwhile I’m on the cover with a platinum chick

I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip

Niggas frauds I told the truth, don’t ask me shit

All this industry fake enemy and rap shit

It’s never really my style we got cash to get

I really started from nothing now it’s back to shit

Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch

Hold up, let that bitch breathe

Yeah this is called poppin' shit

There’s no cut on it

There’s no cut on it

If your feelings get hurt

You feel like ohhh that’s an arrogant little...

No this is the truth and the truth hurts

Haven’t I paid my dues?

Haven't I went through the storm?

Didn’t I weather the storm? Niggas is gone and I'm here

You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater nigga, we ain’t forget

Real niggas back in style this shit is lit

This that Ja Rule shit and 50 cent