"Manson" lyrics

I spit poetry, but this ain't a poem
You grown, I can't imagine what you go through at home
Nigga, the bills is late, the fridge is hit
Niggas is broke, but outside, they think you lit
I sleep like a newborn when I'm not working
I'll buy a house, my bitch another Birkan
Tell the flight atendent close the kirtain
We'll talk later, I'm home before you even get your bags, you hater
Your opinion don't matter, my pockets got fatter
And you still telling lies to me
I got that lyrical rifle out the window
I aim it at you rappers, like who the fuck is it gonna be?
Click clack pow
Don Don, how you like me now?
I'm hot, tell your bitch to come ice me down
You a headaik, your flow's pathetic
This that ultra magnetic
For them MC's that don't get they credit
I wish these niggas would act they age
They dying, they moms go and do a Fund Me page
Fish fries and T-shirts, tryna raise money
No life insurance, these lil niggas is funny
Fuck making it rain, you can't pay the mortgage with a gold chain
Hundred niggas with you, not one brain
It's insane
That right from wrong, hanging out with each other, motherfuckers they barely get along
But I ain't here to preach, I be schooling niggas, but I ain't here to teach
I just put it out and let it reach where it reach
Career's great, we done made like fifty million each
Motherfucker