[Hook: Nasty C] Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell naw
Am I running with the shit?
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right my nigga
Ever gonna quit? (hell naw)
Hell naw
Will I dumb it down a bit? (hell naw)
Hell naw
Am I running with the shit? (I really am)
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch (it's all done)
You know you right

[Verse 1: Nasty C] I'm making music for niggas in suits and ties
They all got a money and evil smile
Thats ending conversations with the "I'll let my people call your people" line
I rap for the ones still in high school
Probably my age and they think I'm cool
For the little ones calling me uncle
Shit you know I do it for the dimes too
I'm tryna find out where mind at
I don't think I'm crazy I'm beyond that
Every girl I'm with is either blessed or obsessed with dressing and looking like Beyoncé
And I'm the jiggy Jigga, yea I'm on that
There's not a thing I hate more than a contract
I been killing niggas since I was the kid that rushes home just to go play mortal combat
I'm too wavy like a format
I could really bring it to your doormat
I don't think you wanna get embarrassed by the young king
Ah-ah, no man
I'm the leader, now just get behind me
You know you like my shit, you can't deny it
Bro, I came up like boom, boom, boom, dead silence
Someone get the bodies, get the bodies

[Hook: Nasty C] Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell naw
Am I running with the shit?
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right my nigga
Ever gonna quit? (hell naw)
Hell naw
Will I dumb it down a bit? (hell naw)
Hell naw
Am I running with the shit? (I really am)
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch (it's all done)
You know you right

[Verse 2: Nasty C] The real ones listen to me when I tell my story
The fakes ones always wanna write it for me
I never wanted to rain on your parade
I started doing all of this for some white Jordans
Now I made it, clear to the store manager nigga I want the shit delivered to me
It's like, all the niggas that you all praise, are just some other niggas to me
And dumbing down is a motherfucking mission for me
I know a couple that could use a couple lyrics from me
I make all of my women look into a mirror for me
And then I tell 'em would you please pick a pillow for me
Ah nigga would you please cry a river for me
Put a pistol to your head and pull the trigger for me
Tell me do you want a kidney or a liver from me?
If you hate me then why do you login to Twitter for me
Alright, isn't this a bitch tho
A short nigga came and hit a swish hoe
I'm doing every day and night shift
Just to get it 'cause you ain't really hot until your wrist cold
Can somebody order me some chill tho
I really never ever had to chill bro
But I'm really giving everybody chills
Nigga chill, chill, chill
Can somebody get the window
Damn can somebody get the window

[Hook: Nasty_C] Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell naw
Am I running with the shit?
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right my nigga
Ever gonna quit? (hell naw)
Hell naw
Will I dumb it down a bit? (hell naw)
Hell naw
Am I running with the shit? (I really am)
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch (it's all done)
You know you right

[Outro] Look at all the hurdles that I overcame
I told em as a youngin' they would know the name
You should pull up to the hotel, man it's so insane
I'm kicking bitches out the trap house like I'm Tory Lanez
Look at all the hurdles that I overcame
I told em as a youngin' they would know the name
You should pull up to the hotel, shit is so insane
I'm kicking bitches out the trap house like I'm Tory Lanez
Yeah, I like my girls high like standards
They gotta pop like Jackson
They gotta be above average
They gotta take the dick like chances
You know you with it with your friends that don't know Jesus
And that ass thick as thieves
I'm just Adam tryna eat the apple bottom off Eve
I'm tryna inspire man, do it for the youth
So I'mma cop a whip and say, Hell naw to the roof
Hell naw to the the ceilings, fuck limits
This ain't that kitty flow so I can't have you ducks in it
I'm married to the hustle man I'm stuck with it
It's Bad Hair season nigga, fuck with it