Hell Naw

Am I ever gonna quit?

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell naw

Am I running with the sh*t?

F**kin' right I bring the levels to this b**ch

You know you right my ni**a

Ever gonna quit? (hell naw)

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit? (hell naw)

Hell naw

Am I running with the sh*t? (I really am)

F**kin’ right I bring the levels to this b**ch (its all done)

You know you right

I’m making music for niggas in suits & ties

They all got a "money & evil" smile

That's ending conversations with the "I'll let my people call your people" line

I rap for the ones still in high school

Probably my age and they think I'm cool

For the little ones calling me uncle

Sh*t you know I do this for the dimes too

I’m tryna find out where mind at

I don't think I'm crazy I'm beyond that

Every girl I'm with is either blessed or obsessed with dressing and looking like Beyoncé

And I'm a Jiggy Jigga, yea I'm on that

There's not a thing I hate more than a contract

I been killing niggas since I was the kid that rushes home just to go play mortal combat

I’m too WAVy like a format

I could really bring it to your doormat

I don't think you wanna get embarrassed by the young king aaah-aah, no man

I’m the leader, now just get behind me

You know you like my sh*t, you can't deny it bro

I came up like BOOM BOOM BOOM, dead silence. Someone get the bodies (get the the bodies)

Am I ever gonna quit?

Hell Naw

Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell Naw

Am I running with the sh*t?

F**kin’ right I bring the levels to this b**ch

You know you right my ni**a

Ever gonna quit? (hell naw)

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit? (hell naw)

Hell naw

Am I running with the sh*t? (I really am)

F**kin’ right I bring the levels to this b**ch (its all done)

You know you right

The real ones listen to me when I tell my story

The fakes ones always wanna write it for me

I never wanted to rain on your parade

I started doing all of this for some white Jordan's

Now I made it

Clear

To the store manager, ni**a, I want the sh*t delivered to me

It's like

All the niggas that you all praise

Are just some other niggas to me

And dumbing down is a motherf**kin’ mission for me

I know a couple that could use a couple lyrics from me

I make all of my women look into mirror for me

And then I tell em would you please pick a pillow for me

Aaah ni**a would you please cry a river for me

Put a pistol to your head and pull the trigger for me

Tell me do you want a kidney or a liver from me?

If you hate me then why do you login to Twitter for me

Isn't this a b**ch tho

A short ni**a came and hit a swish hoe

I’m doing every day and night shift just to get it coz

You ain't really hot until your wrist cold

Can somebody order me some chill though

I really never ever had to chill, bro

But I'm really giving everybody chills

Ni**a chill, chill, chill, can somebody get the window

Damn can somebody get the window

Am I ever gonna quit?

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell naw

Am I running with the sh*t?

F**kin’ right I bring the levels to this b**ch

You know you right my ni**a

Am I ever gonna quit? (hell naw)

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit? (hell naw)

Hell naw

Am I running with the sh*t? (I really am)

F**kin’ right I bring the levels to this b**ch (its all done)

You know you right my ni**a

Look at all the hurdles that I overcame

I told em as a young'in they would know the name

You should pull up to the hotel, man it’s so insane

I’m kicking b**ches out the traphouse like I'm Tory Lanez

Look at, look at all the hurdles that I overcame

I told em as a young'in they would know the name

You should pull up to the hotel, sh*t is so insane

I’m kicking b**ches out the traphouse like I'm Tory Lane

Yeah, I like my girls high like standards

They gotta pop like Jackson

They gotta be above average

They gotta take the dick like chances

You know you with it with your friends that don't know Jesus

And that a** thick as thieves

I’m just Adam tryna eat the apple bottom off Eve

I’m tryna inspire man

Do it for the youth so I'ma cop a whip and say

Hell naw to the roof

Hell naw to the the ceilings

F**k limits

This ain't that kiddie flow so I can't have you ducks in it

I’m married to the hustle man I'm stuck with it

It's Bad Hair season

Ni**a f**k with it