[Intro: French Montana]
This shit I wrote quick.
Shit I hate,
Broke niggas that always got something to say,
Got some nerve to have an opinion, oh!
[Chorus: French Montana]
I don't give a fuck what you say about me,
Broke nigga two cents don't matter.
Give a fuck what you say about me,
Broke bitch two cents don't matter.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter,
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter,
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter,
It doesn't matter, aww!
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
There's a meaning to the kissin' of the ring,
The gods don't mingle with the mortals,
Peasants ain't sittin' with the kings,
Goliath ain't worried ‘bout your sling,
And Cassius ain't bothered by your swings.
You niggas keep rappin' ‘bout your dreams, my reality,
Fifty birds waitin' in the wings.
Do it my way, I hit the highway with the batter,
So when Kanye go on his hia, it don't matter.
Since you talkin' ‘bout me, then let's talk about this money,
Let's talk about the cars, and why mines shaped funny,
Lets' talk about the fact you'll never take nothing from me,
Let's talk about the fact you niggas hate I'm up and runnin'.
RG3, nigga, be that,
Runnin' through this money and these white women,
Spike Lee see that,
She gotta have it and I gotta give it,
And you do not relate ‘cause you niggas do not live it, no.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Attention seekers, beware, I will grant wishes,
We can take this so much further than your mentions,
I can get your eulogy on YouTube, for instance,
Have the whole world view the body.
Since y'all claim I'm Illuminati, tell me why would you try me?
Kennedy, John F., or Bobby,
Almost caught Reagan, but they stopped us at the lobby,
And that was broad day, so how the fuck you gon' stop me, bitch nigga?
You lil' niggas just dirty, mine's is Zero Dark Thirty,
Mine is night vision, witch huntin', ride for Pac worthy, woo!
I'm coke boy leanin' on you niggas,
If money talk, then I must be screamin' on you niggas.
Top of the pile, I was two thirds away,
I was sidetracked, busy sellin' two birds a day, God!
Death is just a U-turn away,
Two men, ten paces, then you turn and spray.
[Chorus – x2]
My Name is my name!