Say Some

He's lookin' mad

Think I'm a fad?

You better look up the history

You're watching my pockets, I gotta be honest I peeped and you seem like a bitch to me

It's not what you love, you should just quit

Trust me I'll save you the misery

While you were at bars I was up writing bars even though I knew no one was listening

Now my wrist glistening 24 carrots I feel like a rabbit who hit the garden

Last time we filled up the House of Blues, next we gon' have to fill up the Garden

I see you talkin', I beg your pardon?

I couldn't hear over what we started

I was out chasing the money now I'm back to focus throughout been a real artist