Bronx Season

Oh, how you doing?
 I'm alright
 ♪
 Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong?
 And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft?
 How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost?
 Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts?
 All these labels, throwing deals from left to right
 But I ain't giving in until they get them numbers right
 All these people think that this shit happen overnight
 All that flexin' they be doing
 Shit is all a hype
 No tolerance for a hating bitch
 Talking shit
 Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm sucking dick
 So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's fucking lit
 And don't be talking all that sorry shit
 Don't flip the script
 I see the lights
 I hear the hype
 I hit the mic
 I kill the show
 I get my dough
 I catch a flight
 I see a hater
 I'm running down
 It's on sight
 I throw my hands
 I hit em' left
 I hit em' right
 They sleeping on me just because I used to strip
 But it's all good cause now they wanna get up in my VIP
 Blowing up my phone
 Saying everything I touch is lit
 Acting cool and wanna fuck me
 Like they wasn't talking shit
 I let em' live
 Let the shady motherfuckers live
 Get them the price then it's time to show em' what it is
 Don't got the bat?
 Well then what you really tryna pitch?
 Don't waste my time
 I ain't never been no average bitch
 Not to mention
 I did my tour and that shit was winning
 Independent, the headline
 Award of feeling
 I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given
 I love the fans
 They fill me up with their ammunition
 I don't really talk shit but now I gotta off this
 I don't know why bitches think we work in the same office
 Corny bitches tryna keep up?
 Look exhausted
 Wave the white flag
 Girl, you might as well just forfeit
 My ex told me I was never gon' be shit
 Lookie, lookie now
 Lookie now
 Nigga I'm that bitch
 What you thought?
 Yeah, you really lost
 Now you kinda sick
 But I ain't never need a nigga
 I was always on my shit
 I used to stare at magazines
 On the train
 Looking at these models
 Like "I gotta be this one day"
 Fuck around
 Got myself a name
 Now I'm getting paid
 Left the corny bitches in the grave
 Now they throwing shade
 
 Oh, how you doing?
 I'm alright
 ♪
 Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong?
 And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft?
 How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost?
 Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts?
 All these labels, throwing deals from left to right
 But I ain't giving in until they get them numbers right
 All these people think that this shit happen overnight
 All that flexin' they be doing
 Shit is all a hype
 No tolerance for a hating bitch
 Talking shit
 Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm sucking dick
 So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's fucking lit
 And don't be talking all that sorry shit
 Don't flip the script
 I see the lights
 I hear the hype
 I hit the mic
 I kill the show
 I get my dough
 I catch a flight
 I see a hater
 I'm running down
 It's on sight
 I throw my hands
 I hit em' left
 I hit em' right
 They sleeping on me just because I used to strip
 But it's all good cause now they wanna get up in my VIP
 Blowing up my phone
 Saying everything I touch is lit
 Acting cool and wanna fuck me
 Like they wasn't talking shit
 I let em' live
 Let the shady motherfuckers live
 Get them the price then it's time to show em' what it is
 Don't got the bat?
 Well then what you really tryna pitch?
 Don't waste my time
 I ain't never been no average bitch
 Not to mention
 I did my tour and that shit was winning
 Independent, the headline
 Award of feeling
 I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given
 I love the fans
 They fill me up with their ammunition
 I don't really talk shit but now I gotta off this
 I don't know why bitches think we work in the same office
 Corny bitches tryna keep up?
 Look exhausted
 Wave the white flag
 Girl, you might as well just forfeit
 My ex told me I was never gon' be shit
 Lookie, lookie now
 Lookie now
 Nigga I'm that bitch
 What you thought?
 Yeah, you really lost
 Now you kinda sick
 But I ain't never need a nigga
 I was always on my shit
 I used to stare at magazines
 On the train
 Looking at these models
 Like "I gotta be this one day"
 Fuck around
 Got myself a name
 Now I'm getting paid
 Left the corny bitches in the grave
 Now they throwing shade