"The Matter Of Time" lyrics

You know who the fuck I'm talking to, I see y'all niggas clickin' my motherfuckin' song, listenin' to my shit, keepin' an eye on me
Ayy, what's up, [?]?
Ayy

Bitch, I know you hear me creepin' right up from behind you
Fuck you and your clique
Zen takin' all y'all power, independent
With the fire in my spirit, burnin', burnin'
If I got him with me, then who dare to be against me?
Tell me how the fuck you plot to stop that which was destined
That's the billion dollar question
Hit me if you got the answer, like a cancer
Through the web, evidently
Craig Xen I got next, bitch, I know you haters hear me
Cause you comment on my page
Hella heavy, negatively, oh just hear me, let me thank you for givin' me your attention
Every motherfuckin' play that I get, and no, been a hit over a million
Tell me how the fuck I suck, I'm that nigga, bitch, reach
One of y'all got a problem with the three-headed pick
Bitch, quit barking, come and bite my dick
I'm the hardest artist on the ground
Niggas know this, ain't you know this
They won't hit me cause my flow too fuckin' poor
So ferocious, I'ma take they spot
Then I'm gon' expose it on the chosen one
That's why the doors keep openin' and openin'
I ain't openin' for now, nigga, I want my own shit
My own fuckin' shows with my own soldier family
Fuck a grandma, fuck a double-leg son, fuck your manager
Fuck you and your record dealer, fuck your venue up
Book me, bitch, I dare you, look, I'm always tough
I'ma show you what the fuck, you shoulda booked a year, dog

You a lurkin' fuckass nigga