WHATS THE HURRY?

Man what is up, working like a motherfuck
Turnin' all my angles like a Nike swish run it up
Bitches know my name feining for that novocaine
Run the game
You is lame
Dyin' wish you is gay
I don't give a fuck what you think though
Ballin' on these pussies might just run and shoot a free throw
Might throw a show but the tickets do be cheap though
This is for my fans who play me over fuckin' weak hoes
Might earn a dollar, might be getting better
Nikes on my feet, bitches getting wetter
I might get another dime and take her to the freak house
Big 'ol mansion dancing like a motherfuckin' squeak mouse
Elon asking why my mentions lookin' like a bee's house
I said I don't know most my shit cannot be found
Do my work and be loud, bitches want my peen now
Mama rang my phone and cannot promise that she'll be proud
I'm not worried though
What's the hurry though?
Four three two one vision blurry though
Oh my god what they think of me now
I say my words and tell 'em you should probably figure it out
Might just get up fly away, dodgin' bullets I'm insane
Getting high no private plane, I'm no victim I'm to blame
When I write a check I won't fold like a set
Talking to an oldie Brodie, boy you is a neck
I don't understand most the people be my friend
Now I got them visions turning like I deal my contraband
I be like what the fuck, turn the corner dunk them up
Get some lead then fuck 'em up, flip the game and double luck
Young Lil bitch just wanna fuck
Get my bread and cover up, the upside of my under cup
That's my drink no buttercup what