I don’t chase

I don’t be chasing no bitches, I’m chasing a check,

Fuck all the drama, I’m breaking a neck—

Not literally, damn, I’m just talking my shit,

I’m sick of these games, I ain’t falling for it.

She said, “Where you at?” Bitch, I’m somewhere getting paid,

You can keep all that bullshit, I’m not getting played.

I gave you my time, now I’m taking it back,

Put my foot on the gas and I’m staying on track.

Fuck being thirsty, I’m cool on my own,

Turn my phone off, leave that shit alone.

If she wanna bounce, tell her, “Bye, have fun,”

I ain’t chasing nobody when the money ain’t done.

I’m pissed, I’m wired, I’m ready to snap,

Got a million damn thoughts and I’m putting ‘em on tracks.

Every bar hit hard, every punch got a sting,

Fuck what you heard—I don’t owe you a thing.

I don’t chase hoes, I chase goals, that’s facts,

Middle finger up while I’m counting these stacks.

If you ain’t bringing real, get the fuck out the way,

I’ma talk my shit till the motherfuckin’ beat fades.