Most niggas
(Phew) okay
Most niggas that I know got control problems (yeah, yeah)
I let God handle (I let God), I let God handle mine (yeah, yeah)
Even stressed, I be blessed, I got new problems (stressin')
I let God handle (I do), I let God handle mine (my man)
You can't damage my, my ego, it's too amplified, my fit
Bitch, it's sanitized, too clean, wash it in a dryer (ha)
Most niggas that I know got hoe problems (for real)
I let God handle (I do), I let God handle mine (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, yeah, and my bitch hump is cattle size (it's big)
Love me 'cause all of my tats, I look vandalized (tatted)
She can tell I've been through hell through my damaged eyes (suffered)
But I let God handle (I do), I let God handle mine (my guy)
I dick her down better than a toy that's batterized (batterized)
Lick it down, make her bat her ass (hey), rich niggas give her butterflies
But I'm from the bottom like a bag of fries
I had a dime before I had a dime
Money ain't a personality trait
I get for free but niggas had to buy ('cause they losers)
Ayy, I made no excuses, yeah, I made no alibis (get it)
Everythin' I manifested, it was fantasized (for real)
Now this feelin' that I got, I just can't describe (I'm lit)
Now all I preach is that cheese, yeah, I'm pasteurized (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
This bread got my pockets meaty, boy, that sandwich fire (woo)
Well shit, holdin' no weed, but my hands is hot (we hot)
Ain't nothin' forced 'cause my source it come from the Lord (for real)
You try to force, you a dork, let her be a whore (ha-ha, ha-ha)
Most niggas that I know got control problems (problems)
I let God handle (I let God), I let God handle mine (yeah, yeah)
Even stressed, I be blessed, I got new problems (for real)
I let God handle (yeah), I let God handle mine (okay)
You can't damage my, my ego, it's too amplified, my fit (for real)
Bitch, it's sanitized, too clean (bitch), wash it in a dryer
Most niggas that I know got hoe problems (flex)
I let God handle (bitch), I let God handle mine
Niggas playin' with my name on the internet
Thinkin' 'bout gettin' 'em whacked, but I ain't sent 'em yet
Catch a homie, do some time, he ain't worth me gettin' into that
So I'ma let God handle mines, one of his other opps'll probably slide
Yeah, that's how we bummin' with the gang, throwin' up the gang
We got weak stomachs in that Mulsanne (gang)
Ain't gotta speak gang, it speak for me (gang)
In a Mulsanne with a model thing, she don't eat nothin' (lil' skinny hoe)
I ain't shit, fuck that bitch and dip, I'm for the streets (I'm for the streets)
Never work out with these hoes, they be wantin' more from me (they wantin' more)
I don't check in with no bitch, it ain't no parolin' me (ain't no parolin' me)
Stop bein' a control freak, you can't control me, sippin' (ain't no controllin' me)
Sippin' hard, livin' large, never really trippin' (never)
If you ain't richer than me, fuck your advice, I don't listen (fuck off)
Billion dollar nigga, no one realer, that's the vision (no one)
Forever fuckin' bitches in villas 'cause life's a midget
Most niggas that I know got control problems (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I let God handle (I let God), I let God handle mine (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Even stressed, I be blessed, I got new problems (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I let God handle (yeah), I let God handle mine (okay)
You can't damage my, my ego, it's too amplified, my fit (for real)
Bitch, it's sanitized, too clean (bitch), wash it in a dryer
Most niggas that I know got hoe problems (flex)
I let God handle (bitch), I let God handle mine
Ha-ha, ha-ha, beats