Rapper Of The Year Songtext

They be hating on the kid like hoes
Them niggas really fans
And the shit I just made from this show
Can't fit inside my pants

It's early morning woke up to check
Just made me do my dance
Jump on the mic and go dumb on the beat
That shit don't make no sense
I want the bread man y'all can keep the beef
That shit don't make no bands
I'm in the booth I'm in here dropping heat
Like bitch go get the fan
Hold on let me throw my shades on
Now I'm in that mode
He wasn't tryna get no money early
Now that boy too old
Why these haters worried bout the kid
Bitch go touch your nose
When they see me go and drop that pendant I might make it snow
You see the kid done turned in to a star
Its my time to shine
Nigga we ain't even getting no sleep
We been too busy on the grind
I go crazy on the beat they be like where u get your lines
My bitch bad I love the way she look at me
She know she fine

I ain't never wrote a song no I don't need no pad or pen
They say I'm rapper of the year
I got them niggas mad again
Bitch The grind don't never stop everyday we getting it in
Niggas love to rap bout opps
I'm finna tell them bout them bands
Every time I hit the road
I come back with at least a ten
If you wake up trying to get some dough
Then you know what I'm saying
They be hating on the kid like hoes
Them niggas really fans
And this shit I just made from the show
Can't fit inside my pants

I feel like I'm heaven sent but bitch I gotta give them hell
All them bitches that ain't let me hit back then
They on my trial
Niggas tryna come around because this cake
Bitch I can tell
Nigga we put gas up In the sky that's Mary Jane you smell
Bitch that's that gas nigga