Speaking On My Name Lyrics

Why they speakin on my name

Bout to make me go insane

To much shit up on my brain

Man I'm go through some pain

I been going through some thangs

But nobody understands

How you stuck up in the south and you tryna make it out

And you got some mouths to feed so you plotting on route

Baby mama tripping bad cause you ain neva at house

But she gotta understand can't let my son go with out

Man stop asking me how I make a waterfall through a drought

Man stop askin me them questions

Gotta keep my pole swear I love that smith & wesson

Leave me the hell alone you must ain learn yo damn lesson

Niggas pockets hurting got boys in a depression

Shawty like my style she say boy you so aggressive

Flexing with them poles boy y'all niggas unimpressive

You know I got them hoes but I swear they all possessive

They be all up in my phone askin who the hell im textin

Shawty its money on the phone stop stressing

This might be yo blessing

Car so futuristic I got this bih from the jestons

To get to where I am I can you niggas directions

My life is like a movie but ion got no damn director

I know Niggas haiting bad cause they done ranged off my detector

Why they speakin on my name

Bout to make me go insane

To much shit up on my brain

Man I'm go through some pain

I been going through some thangs

But nobody understands

How you stuck up in the south and you tryna make it out

And you got some mouths to feed so you plotting on route

Baby mama tripping bad cause you ain neva at house

But she gotta understand can't let my son go with out

Man stop asking me how I make a waterfall through a drought

These niggas hate me

They try to play me

But ain worried bout no niggas cause we cause we cash out on a daily

Might buy my bitch a Mercedes

But my Bm named alexius

You might think we Austin the way this bitch gone text us (Texas)

Man my gas so infectious

You Hatin niggas be stressing

Money is what I'm pressing

Just might teach you lil lesson

Just fucked this bitch she from Essen

Mind gone might just fuck on essence

You niggas lame you pubescent

For all my cash I'm possessive

Love making money obsessive

Can't wait to be so successive

Hang by myself yall depressive

I'm spitting fire, no need to catch up

Flow so hot, call it lyrical ketchup

I'm cooking up rhymes, no need to fetch up

Every verse I drop is pure rap treasure