Wildcard

Call me wild, it’s been a while since I’ve been vile
Jump in the crowd, they screaming out in every town
Every single word you spoke aloud, left a bad taste inside my mouth
If you wanna throw some flames around, then watch me burn this house down
‘Cause I know some grass and law
Raise them projects, livin' hard
With a little cash to feed them all
But I put half these people on
It’s incredible though, I don’t get credit at all
For half of the debt that you owe
None of my friends get involved
You don’t want none, now you won’t answer my call
Fuckin' with the wrong one
You really think you hard, huh?
You keep playin', you don’t want none
I could put you on, son
I could — I could put you on, son
Oh-oh, abominó
Some of these things need time to grow
Everything seems so provable
Like knocking over some dominoes
But what you really wanted was for me to give a reason
I guess you got what you wanted
I’m like, «Fuck ‘em, I don’t need ‘em»
I keep rollin' on the boys
Strong, a rolling stone, a fortune
I’m young, I’m nice
Let me set the tone and let you know forever on the debt you owe for life
You don’t mean shit to me
Y’all can not get to me, out of my memory
I’m on that Kennedy, gone off that Hennessy
I got that remedy
Fuck what you tellin' me, fuck what you tellin' me, boy
Don’t respect your fuckin' fakeness, fuck y’all
We ain’t ‘bout that fuckin' fake shit, fuck y’all
Know you ain’t ‘bout to say shit, fuck y’all
So fuck y’all, fuck y’all
Fuckin' with the wrong one
You really think you hard, huh?
You keep playin', you don’t want none
I could put you on son