Worthy

Intro:
1, 2...this mic on or what? Check check 1, 2.. check check check check.. they ain't fucking with me.. they ain't fucking with me.. yeah, check...they ain't, they ain't fucking with me look, check check..

Verse #1:
Woke up early kinda dizzy vision blurry feeling not a single worry i'll leave that to my attorney/ i feel like I'm curry with the way i fucking burry competition in a hurry tell them all to feel the fury/
This for all them bitches who had curved me in the past/
Now this cash makes me worthy of that ass, but i’ll pass, that shit dirty/
Plus i laugh cause you hurtin'/ you’z a bad fucking person/ why you flirtin'? oh this bag gots you workin' thats for certain/
Look, dominant i had a hard life
Now my confidence is at an all high/
Profiting i make the opposite of what you fraud guys call a small pie/
Mobb life, Steve Harvey i got large ties/
Boss guy, with a piece on me got the streets calling me the all wise, all rise/
Tarantino when i shoot
Do you dare to see the proof?
Hit casinos in a suit with some women while I'm winning loot
Ric Flair with the whoo!
Ric Flair with the whoo!
Pimp boss got you pissed off cause i drip sauce from the juice
Woke up, hit a milestone/ broke up with my side bone/ no love how i change up like the passcode on my iPhone/
All she getting is a dial tone/ hows it feel to get styled on?/
Mad at me till I see her later than stretch the pussy like nylon

Verse #2:
I am a common believer, life is like follow the leader/ when you start reaching the top they all become bottom feeders/
They quick to see dollars and beamers, don't let them borrow neither/ see we some ballers keeping bottles homie by the liter/ mami's wild like a diva, got her eyes on my visa/ after i skeet her I'ma leave her like hasta la vista/
I'm sorry mama sita, this is bye bye felicia/ you'll be lucky if i even buy you a slice of pizza/
Thats a definite decision
Back up give Lyst his distance
Before my fists' get risen
Hit you get you quick to stiffen
Livin like this you wishin'
Sippin to twist my vision
Pimpin your bitch I gave her this dick for kissin', isn't/
This kid so horny brodie/ these hoes don't know me homie/ they got me yellin holy moly when they blow me slowly/
He keep that codeine dont he?/ yall be some corny phonies/ yall be balogne dont want beef yall wanting poultry only/
They see the cake I'm making/ yes A gon' bring home the bacon/ it's major paper I'm chasing/ there's basically no debating/ that greatness is in the making/ so take my phrases and praise them, embrace them as motivation, don't mistake them