From the Bin Lyrics

Here's the problem

Everybody's got one

But any fucks to give

I have got none

See you can be a square

And get your block spun

Passenger peaking through my window

Gets the shotgun

They never play with me

Because it's not fun

They say a few of us are real

And you are not some

I'm on a race to be the best

And you cannot run

I put the gold up to my chest

Now you a hot bum

Shocked, huh

Don't you know you they call me The Ruler

Mrs want my jewels

So she fucking the jeweler

I can sell you diamonds

But you gone need a cooler

Heavy on the timing

Like I come with a Muller

Pardon me

I got my demos politicking like Schumer

Think they reaching me

They should get checked for a tumor

It must be the gas

That's steady causing the rumors

Medic I cannot stop laughing

Til it hurts from the humor

I'm back up on my bullshit right

I'm back up on my bullshit right

I'm back up on my bullshit right

I'm back up on my bullshit right

Nigga stop it

You know that I'm the topic

I sell it and you shop it

I drip but I won't drop it

You know what I'm on

You open then I lock it

You shoot it then I block it

A billi out of pocket

Bitch I be LeBron