I Gotcha (Outro)

(Verse 1) Ok, this why niggas hate you You ain't even drop shit in late view They sophomores slumping off they debut Young kid, kicking smart shit like the dean's list Funny, vibe magazine labeled me a D-list That's a couple letters that a nigga gotta get up 'Fore I make sure that your favorite rapper never gon' be shit Your girl ass fat, yeah I seen it, she faithful? Sorry that's some shit I'm gon have to disagree with You went up to All-Star Weekend, dog You should never leave a good woman all alone So I brung her to the crib, dinner burned, so I order in She ask for good dick, Chef Bizz put that order in Fine, don't believe me I glad you worked it out, but she won't miss a flight to see me For every good girl took for granted Trust there's nigga like me that's gon' help you understand it And to you lil niggas dissing just to get yo' name up I hope you understand that I am not an entertainer They know me for the shit that I be kicking on these tracks But your better fear the shit I never mention in these raps And if I hit it once then I could always get it back She might of broke my heart, but I still keep my shit intact And all them labels tryna get at me Under five, keep your contracts please, you're killing trees (Hook) If you been here since day one Hold on, I gotcha All this money bout to come Hold on, I gotcha I'm just waiting on my check Hold on, I gotcha I swear you'll never be in depth Hold on, I gotcha, I gotcha (Hold on, I gotcha, I gotcha, Just hold on, I gotcha) I'm just waiting on my check Hold on, I gotcha I swear you'll never been in depth Hold on, I gotcha, I gotcha (Verse 2) Nigga got a headline show back home Ex girl telling all her friends not to go But she don't know I done left they names at the do' There's money to be made, the fuck you waiting fo' Ok, I finally understand why niggas hate me They paying just to get in, you might as well pay me And I could make your girl come faster, she in a hurry Run around with all this jewelry got my mama worried Get money, stay free, and never charging niggas You ever charge me for a feature, then I'm charging triple Miami rappers never me onna song wit em' I guess when you ahead, it's hard to get along wit em' So I said fuck it, drop the tape Had the city sitting straight 305, Good Luck, and nigga everything great Only thing I miss is court dates So I'm MIA like a DUI in MIA (Hook) If you been here since day one Hold on, I gotcha All this money bout to come Hold on, I gotcha I'm just waiting on my check Hold on, I gotcha I swear you'll never be in depth Hold on, I gotcha, I gotcha (Hold on, I gotcha, I gotcha, Just hold on, I gotcha) I'm just waiting on my check Hold on, I gotcha I swear you'll never been in depth Hold on, I gotcha, I gotcha