Oh Word

[Verse 1] I love them all Fans and naysayers Max and fake players Lovers and player haters Brothers that trade gators But that's copycat cause they want the same flavor But I was thought that bigger fences make better neighbors I told Fest to hold tight and get greater later He didn't have the patience so he tried to take my paper When brothers gonna learn? With this is long-term Respect's bout to earn but greenhouse won't burn [Break] Motherfuckers, they think they can really fuck with me at this shit It's what I do, man, you can't stop the kid Going in, bro [Verse 2] How should I begin? Back on my grind again, biters wanna bite the kid Writers wanna slight the kid Herb's got nerve to criticize the life I live But if they can't relate then I don't lie for them But if you're listening now, home or out in the crowd I gotta assume you feeling the style Otherwise you probably would've turned me off like Ok, back to the track This is for my cats that stack the paper up My people packing'tape it up I'm just a cat in rap tryna make a buck You got a platinum plaque but I say you suck You fake fuck, this is my true life story The same, bro, I came from shoebox money Now dudes wanna remove all dues from me Cause you do what you wanna do when you got money What?