MTM, hit 'em with the heat

I can be the one they hate, I don't got time to be liked

I'm that down south 5'5 Florida boy, still rolling them dice

Better pay yo dues, better stay low key, bitch, don't mind me

Ain't going back, put it on me, I'ma live lavishly

I can be the one they hate, I don't got time to be liked

I'm that down south 5'5 Florida boy, still rolling them dice

Better pay yo dues, better stay low key, bitch, don't mind me

Ain't going back, put it on me, I'ma live lavishly

Welcome to the South Side where them cute hoes do you dirty

In my city, we don't fist bump, we dap up and get to swervin'

In that '06 vogue, money on overload

Momma, we never going back to poverty

Fuck that, hoes on the floor like a rug rat, crawling at my feet

Rappers been mumbling, talking about nothing

They got the kids stumbling off the xannies

Now killin' themselves so slowly and I feel like Mick Folely

When I'm in your bitch raw, can't hold me back

I'm feeling myself, still rocking a shoelace for a belt

Only thing changing is my lanes and payments rates

I raise the stakes, I raise these rappers from the grave

So put some respect on my name

My flame is reigning with no label

Momma said "Get that bread and lay low

While you sippin' on your Faygo 45" Blow off your halo

I can be the one they hate, I don't got time to be liked

I'm that down south 5'5 Florida boy, still rolling them dice

Better pay yo dues, better stay low key, bitch, don't mind me

Ain't going back, put it on me, I'ma live lavishly

I can be the one they hate, I don't got time to be liked

I'm that down south 5'5 Florida boy, still rolling them dice

Better pay yo dues, better stay low key, bitch, don't mind me

Ain't going back, put it on me, I'ma live lavishly