[Hook: BTK]
You ain't bout this workin' every night
With the mic, fuckin' beats
With a scope and sight
I can tell you just wanna fit in for the night
Tryna bite off my style
Finna cause me to fight
Let em slide up, hit em right in the side of eye
Bitch I live in the mic
I wake up, go to sleep while I write
Grabbin' goals from right up under you
While you sleepin' on me
You a joke, I'ma beast, but alright, I'm hype
[Verse 1: BTK]
I write shit out my life, this is not a game
You try to tell me shit ain't real
Let's meet, a time and place
History in these lyrics, pussy's tryna play
Fuck em all the day I get paid
Don't say a fuckin' thing
Since I dropped 3 O'clock
Everything else got em all amazed
You see what dedication gets you
Recognition stays
Even drug dealers fuck with the Bout A Dolla wave
Shout out to Bank Vault Gang
That's where the money stay
They not afraid to getchu
Split you, hit you and dip you off, then dismiss you
You slippin' dawg, get it fixed, 'for you get a quick issue
Tired of talkin'
Better learn you ain't with the office
You ain't with a million dollars
You ain't even bout a show, whoa
[Hook: BTK]
You ain't bout this workin' every night
With the mic, fuckin' beats
With a scope and sight
I can tell you just wanna fit in for the night
Tryna bite off my style
Finna cause me to fight
Let em slide up, hit em right in the side of eye
Bitch I live in the mic
I wake up, go to sleep while I write
Grabbin' goals from right up under you
While you sleepin' on me
You a joke, I'ma beast, but alright, I'm hype
[Verse 2: White Noise]
All these motha fuckas wanna talk about a grind
With no passion for the rappin'
Fiending to get signed
Been heating up and beating any fuckin beat I find
Been resistin' gettin' pissed at you pussies
Now it's time
Not typin' for the stereo, you stereo typin'
Put me on a fuckin' boombox and air a cold titan
I work 24 like 6 and 4 multiplyin'
Got over 46 verses in a year n still writin'
BTK see me, cakin' like I'm whippin' up pastry
White noise powder but it isn't cocaine
It's wow motha fucka I been fat overweight
But it makes you wonder how
I can afford to eat this way
At ease fake soldiers no easy Street takeover
You think you the next biggest thing
I will break boulders you ain't a fantastic four
You lay lower than a snake, cobra
At my job hardly get a day off
While you got mom and dad to pay ya way to the top
Puttin money too light you're afraid to shut off
Cause I be stalkin' in range to get a razor and chop
Cause if I chop you screwed you are not cold dude
I was workin' on defiance and I got yours too
Like a book burnin' we just took turns
Explainin' these crooks worth
Scotty flames on the banger
Billy on the hook workin' and we never stop clockin hours
You get dropped if you're a coward
Your brain never wrinkles up like
You stopped smokin' sour
White noise entrappin' the track
Right now and it's got so much power
[Hook: BTK]
You ain't bout this workin' every night
With the mic, fuckin' beats
With a scope and sight
I can tell you just wanna fit in for the night
Tryna bite off my style
Finna cause me to fight
Let em slide up, hit em right in the side of eye
Bitch I live in the mic
I wake up, go to sleep while I write
Grabbin' goals from right up under you
While you sleepin' on me
You a joke, I'ma beast, but alright, I'm hype
[Verse 3: BTK]
I just spent 25/8 on tryna get straight
They like "How would he make it?"
Bet I find a way
Never talk about a motha fucka to his face
Never know if he gon' gut you with a switchblade
Which way do you wanna get it
Knock his head off, fuck a fitted
Is you with it, fuck ya image up
Shittin' while I print
Sprint laps around a square boy
Knock you off ya highchair
Baby ass rapper, you won't ever get what I share
Spare the chit chattin'
Pair of click clackin'
Work motha fucka
Come and show me what's happenin'
Never been a bitch about the rappin'
Boy you ain't writin', ain't grindin'
Ain't primin' it up
If you got what it takes
Come show us what's up
I'll eat all of these pussies
Ain't worried bout bustin'
It's nothin' to me
I came out of nothin'
All I do is drink and make sure I keep cussin'
Fuck fussin', tired of trustin' a snake
Work with these bars, I got time on my plate
All I do is make music
Drink till I'm loose enough
Judo kick a bitch, stuff em inside the trunk
I got a lot to say
But I'd rather praying till I find a way
To get rich and slay these hoes
Pay a goat my way to go
Love to take a hoe behind the show
And throw a load and dump em off
Around the road and skurt off
And get drunk while another hoe get blowed
While I get blowed, while I say aye!
[Hook: BTK]
You ain't bout this workin' every night
With the mic, fuckin' beats
With a scope and sight
I can tell you just wanna fit in for the night
Tryna bite off my style
Finna cause me to fight
Let em slide up, hit em right in the side of eye
Bitch I live in the mic
I wake up, go to sleep while I write
Grabbin' goals from right up under you
While you sleepin' on me
You a joke, I'ma beast, but alright, I'm hype
