Nigga, what the fuck? (What the fuck?) Homie, I made you rich, paid your rent (Damn right!) Bitin' the hand that was feedin' you This shit don't make any sense Nigga, what the fuck? (What the fuck?) You know this is that real shit How you gon' forget who built this? (Huh?) I'm the one who made the company all the millions Now you got problems to deal with Man, this is tough luck, see a couple weeks ago we was buds And the crew that was killin' shit was us 'Til you turned on me, homie, that's fucked up I ain't keepin' this shit on the hush, hush On my chest I just carry too much stuff I done had it, enough is enough, bruh Plus I needed somethin' to get my buzz up You done fucked with the wrong dude Ain't no tellin' what Hopsin is gon' do, creepin' up on you Quit your sleepin', I told you This a mothafuckin' journey we finna go through If I ain't have so much to lose I swear to God I'd probably beat up and choke you (Damn!) Nigga, this is that raw shit (Right?) That organic flow you probably see up in Whole Foods Shiver me timbers, somethin's fishy 'bout you, Mr.

Hopsin ill mind of hopsin 8 download