[Lyric] Cant Make This Up (Tay B)

[Intro]
(Antt did the track)
Yeah, All facts lil' nigga, huh
What up, Antt?

[Verse]
Let a bitch run my life is where you lost me
Me bein' a broke ass nigga? Don't insult me, huh
Just left Golden Sun, and I got sparkly
Reggie baby spendin' dog shit, and Hutch like Starsky
Ran off wit' that firework, so I sparked 'em
Bullshit ass weed, that shit look just like Parsley
I'm a star with bucks, but I never made coffee
Keep a stick in my hand, but never went golfin', huh
Trust me, watch the niggas that you knew the longest
Now I'm on, all I really had to do was focus
It's two hundred on the dash, I used to do the focus
I'm a general, because I'm movin' soldiеrs
I made three-fifty in a week, like some Yeezy snеaks
You gotta report to your boss, how can we compete?
I just made a vegetarian come eat my meat
I was fucked up, I used to just fuckin' eat and sleep, huh
Layin' in bed, just countin' sheep
Fast forward to now, I'm paranoid, I can't go to bed
Told myself "Fuck countin' sheep, let me count this bread"
Told yo' wife "I don't wanna fuck, let me get the head"
Net worth say it's fifty k on the net
How the fuck is that? It's fifty k on my neck
I ain't playin chess, but I'm playin wit' a check
Disrespect my son, get yo' brains on yo' lap
Now it's twenty on yo' head, I put that on the set
You ain't boutta hurt my dick, bitch, get that pussy wet
Let me fuck, or you gon get cut off, bitch, that's just that
Yeah bitch, that's a promise, that is not a threat
[Outro]
My old heads used to be motherfuckin' gator'd up
Now it's all Dior, I can't make this up
Fuck the small talk, let me pay to fuck
Fuck friends, 'cause they all gon' turn into haters, huh