Sound like my mic is right

I-I am not a human, shout to all my moon men
Yeah, they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in
It`s a crazy world so I stay in mine
And ni**a`s don`t cross the line, ni**a`s stay in line

Like welfare, I`m St. Elsewhere
Hotter than a devil, ni**a, hell yeah
Roc-a-bye, baby, homicide, baby
That`s more tear drops, call me cry baby

What you talkin` `bout? Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
I`m the young god, swagga un-flawed
Bitch I`m in the buildin`, you in the front yard

Life`s a bitch, nah, better yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can f**k the world and make it come hard
Yeah, you boys is washed up
And I`m s**ttin` on `em like two girls and one cup

Weezy Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Money Home"
Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya funny bone
Laugh now, die later, motherf**ker
You`s a bitch like zeta phi beta motherf**ker

Yeah, call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn`t wanna be ya
Pussy ass ni**a, I don`t want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass ni**a, I don`t want your gonorrhea

Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn`t wanna be ya
Pussy ass ni**a, I don`t want your gonorrhea
P-p-pussy ass ni**a, I don`t want your gonorrhea

Man, I`m so tired of ballin` I sleep a lot now
I let my goons rush ya like Moscow
Gun at ya eyebrow, pow pow
Man, I ball hard even with five fouls

Yeah, we in this bitch like tampon`s
Dump you in the woods, now get yo` camp on
Choke hold around this s**t `cause I`m so hands on
I get high as f**k and Polo sheets is what I lands on

Back against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on
Diva in the room, she blowin` me just like a band horn
Got her on her knees the same knees that she be prayin` on
Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, you can join

Yeah, what y`all wanna do? I`m all ears
Smokin` on that head band, call that s**t the Paul Pearce
I`m just so ahead of my time like dog years
Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

Yeah, call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn`t wanna be ya
Pussy ass ni**a, I don`t want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass ni**a, I don`t want your gonorrhea

Yeah, I call it how I see ya
W-wish I never met ya, I wouldn`t wanna be ya
Pussy ass ni**a, I don`t want your gonorrhea
P-p-pussy ass ni**a, I don`t want your gonorrhea

I am spendin` much more than
I`m makin` on these cars and these vacations, is that too much information?
I just bought a Lamborghini, I`m not even into racin`
With a windshield full of tickets `cause I live right by the station

I am tryin` to figure out why you so mad at me
Yes, I`m with Young Money, tell that magazine stop askin` me
I be with the dread, with the tattoo`s on his head
And a flag the colour red like a f**kin` low battery, okay

Ni**a peep the s**t I`m wilin` on
I be with your baby momma, you be with your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of Styrofoam
Big cheese, big bread, call that s**t a calzone, okay

I will break your f**kin` collar bone
Us against the world, better pick which f**kin` side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady puttin` mileage on
And we about to kill `em C4, Mr. Carters home

Yeah, call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn`t wanna be ya
We some asshole ni**a`s, call us diarrhea
The Money keep growin` yep, it`s growin` like a Chia

Yeah, I call it how I see it
Y`all some pussy ass ni**as, we should call ya gonorrhea
You keep talkin` that s**t I`ma see ya
Kill ya senorita and and f**k ya mama mia