Owe Nobody Shit

(album: Gold On Deck - 2011)

This rap game crazy, man
It's just like, knamsayin'?
Once I got rich and famous and got in this shit, I ain't know the media was just taking in your name and just go ham wit' it
Like, I don't know what the fuck this 'lluminati shit is

I never told the people about how the media portray my name
Tryna scrape my name, tryna make it look-a like a nigga is fucking lame
Like I'm insane, like I'm going crazy, acting lazy and then persuade me
I'm like, "What the fuck? I'm just tryna be me", everytime I wake up, face on TV
They talk about me in the news, tryna give a nigga the blues
Can they give a nigga a clue? Tell me what the fuck to do
I'm reaching out to all my fans, grab my hand, let's pray together
Every day I wake up, and I make it rain, and I change the weather
They hate on me, but they hated Jesus, this shit ain't easy, this shit hard
I promise to God I love my fam, I do this shit here for my fans
Every day I wake up and I thank God for waking me up
And blessing me wit' all of this and my family, I love this shit
I reminiscence, back in the days, when I was broke, just like a slave
Ain't have a dollar in my fucking pocket, I ain't had shit to fucking eat
I ain't had nowhere to fucking sleep, I ain't had no CD on repeat
So why these niggas fucking wit' me? Man, why the media hating on me?
Every day I fucking wake up, they lying on my name
I'm looking in the news, man, this shit a fucking shame
Do they got anythang better to do? But they fucking lie then jeopardize and burn bridges
I'm fucking gone, I'm fucking in it, I'm in it to win it
I don't give a fuck, they can't say that I can't rap
But when the day I die, my whole family will be sad
And I put that shit on God, and I put that on my heart
And I will never sell my soul, I said that shit there from the start
So fuck everybody hating, every day I'm gon' get paper
Yeah, I'ma wake up, I'ma go to chase it, gon' give a fuck, first place, I'ma race it
Look, niggas be talking 'bout me, but really, they don't shit know 'bout Soulja
I'm gon' post up like I 'posed to, graduated from south Panola
Got a chip up on my shoulder, I don't give a fuck, I'm living, what it is?
Man, these niggas disrespecting me, I put money on they head
Man, these niggas, they really not loyal
They really don't care about the shit you do for 'em
I put this nigga on, now he acting like a bitch
I made this nigga rich, now this nigga wanna snitch
But I'ma keep it cool, ain't gon' even say no names
'Cause I swear I won't play no game, and I don't like to fuck around wit' no lames
They say, "Soulja Boy, did you sign him? Who signed who? Go find him so I can blind dude"
I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'll remind you: I'm Simpson Road, I'm Chi-Town
I was born in Chicago, raised in Atlanta
I went to Mississippi and I swagged like goddamn it
Now every time I wake up, all I see is Soulja Boy Tell' Em
All up in the news and media, what the fuck you gonna tell him?
I'ma tell him this, "Bitch, suck my dick", I'm filthy rich 'til I fucking die
And I ain't never going broke, bitch nigga, you gon' write my name up in the sky
Why would I lie? One concert, that's fifty racks in my fucking pockets
So you hating on me and the media and them stupid blogs? Bitch nigga, stop it, I don't give a fuck
Shouts out to Rap Radar, shouts out to RealTalkNY.net
Media take out all that fucking shit, I ain't never give a fuck, I ain't never been a bitch
Shouts out to my nigga 50 Cent
He gave me some good game, I'ma keep that shit in my heart, mane
Ain't gon' never forget who put me on that made me rich, that's me
I don't owe nobody shit, I don't owe nobody shit, bitch