Fraud niggas, ya'll niggas
That's that shit I don't like
Your shit - make believe
Rappin' 'bout my own life
Woo- that's rare nigga
Woo- Ric Flair nigga
Woo- the power's in my hand nigga
Woo- I get it, beat the chair nigga
SoHo, or Tribeca, three hoes, trifecta
Dope money, coke money, Hublot, my watch better
My pen's better, you don't write
Trendsetter, you clone-like
Pay homage or K's vomit
Ungrateful niggas, I don't like

A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like, (Bang Bang)
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
Sneak dissers, that's that shit I don't like

They smile in my face is what I don't like
They steal your whole sound that's a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathin' like they found Mike
A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite
But I never hit a woman never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife
In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eatin' good, vegetarian with the brown rice
Girls kissin' girls- cuz' it's hot right?
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life
We hangin' out that window it's about to be a Suge night
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L-E-P, J Boogie right?
Chief Keef, King Louis, this is Chi, right?

Fake Gucci, that's that shit I don't like
Smokin' on this dope, higher than a kite
This bitch gonna love me now, she gon' let me pipe
Screaming Sosa, that's that nigga that I like
I don't want relations, I just want one night
Cuz' a thirsty bitch, that's the shit that I don't like
I got tats up on my arm, cuz' this shit is life
And I spend on a bunch of clothes, Cause I'm livin' life
I come up on the scene, and I'm stealin' light
Bitch I'm high off life, got me feelin' right
Bitch I'm Chief Keef, fuck who don't like
And bitch we GBE, we just gon' cite

Woah
We are not one and the same
Nigga, I'm fuckin' insane
Fuck is you sayin'?
Yo ass been doin' the same
Shit, not doin' what you sayin'
Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fuckin' a lame
Turn one ho to a train
Blow, blang, my niggas holdin' that pain
I just hope you been prayin', bang bang
Ridin' for my niggas and that's for life
High class I'm just surrounded by these low-lifes
And I run this bitch like it's no lights
Goin' hard the whole night cuz' I ain't goin' back to my old life, I
Promise

I done sold purp (purple), I done sold white (white)
Runnin' out of work, that's that shit I don't like
She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
She blowin' up my phone, that's that bitch I don't like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus
Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us
Suckas