Look, im familiar wit those who think im bitter
Cause they to fucking cheap to pay attention, My n***a
I used to write raps in detention for fun
Now I mention all these motherfuckers who hear it and think I'm just pretending
Like I'm not gonna get on, spit on something I shit on
Live off something immaculate plus im putting my bitch on?
Promise me if you like me I won't say a lotta that shit
My life is filled with mad bitches fucking on my mattress and sad shit
Old magic Johnson swag, poof n***a
You think im fake as hell? Want some proof n***a?
24/7 my brethren see that im flexing
A lyrical or rhythmical ass whooping they’ll be catching
Receive it like Dwayne Bowe prolly drop it in the end zone
I'm a raider fan, im fucking bitches in the friend zone
That’s the way I put it down like her purse when she scrapping
Going at it, I'm an addict im poppin whatevers caps in
And waiting to get affected never get pitch corrected
Every flaw in my voice is an element to my freshness
Im telling you that I wreck it, but they already seen it
N***as observe my prowess, look it up cause I mean it
I made like 15 songs every one is fucking genius
Im surprised I tend to only get slutty hoes on my penis
I should be getting model broads with a minimum c cup
We up, you don’t hear my n***a let me speak up
I reach up to they sky grab stars and I throw em down
Get em on my level they were too high now they know we round
See, im the fat one this n***a still got stamina
To take shots at these rappers I don’t even got a camera
They really think they flashing, homie they not focused
See my verse isnt clever, that way mad n***as will notice
I been blowing all this money that I ain't got, not OCs
I blow trees feel like snoop though, a fucking OG
Gs on the map, im supreme when I rap
Snap backs what I rock still supreme when I scrap
No supreme on my hat, im a golden state warrior
Who moved out east and dominates all these inglorious
Bastards you asked first I smash first, luigi
Leaves them ladies screaming when I launch em through the ceiling
Im way to sweater for my own hood, better for my own good
Wetter cause I get her with the cheddar then I hit her with those letters
C U But I don’t go hard, I really wanna be you, I'm sorry that I flow boss
Wake the fuck up, dumb n***as still sleeping
Lemme be that alarm clock just beeping and beeping and beeping
And swaggin and cooking and beeping
They mad cause I don’t look a n***a whose that appealing
But im flowing like rolling on molly n***a im cheesing
All day long going strong long seasons
High as outer space Neil Armstrong bong cheifing
Im way to God for these dogs who non-believing
I'mma be the future and im sure I asked a 8 ball
Never sold a 8 ball, but bitch I got 8 balls
You herbs tight? you heard right? I'm a nerd? aight
Y'all n***as mad because I flow black but earn white
I served twice you only got it once that mean you learned
Im the greatest coming out the burbs n***a
That's word life