Yuh, yuh, yuh South Side $uicide, kill yourself, ho Say you gettin' money but your numbers don't show You a liar, baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire For anyone that's tryna get by us I been thinkin' a lot I see these rappers tryna get at my spot Robb told me you gotta get it how you live Told that bitch \"You better get up out my biz\" Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like his You don’t want no issue with Nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue I got anxiety so I can’t really do an interview Don't come close to me I'm not the one to really do it how it's 'sposed to be Independent, tell the label to get over me I'm over here with my peers gettin' rich point blank Before I bring her to the crew make sure that bitch don't stink Ain't no rules to the game, talk how you want Walk how you want, my job is the shit I used to clean up shit from the rim of the toilet Now I'm gettin' money, I don't gotta pack a pistola Okay, maybe, cause jealousy make a man go crazy Money make a motherfucker hate me One thousand bitches they all wanna date me 21 Embed