all these boys wanna sound like me
they still boys how it sound lately
wanna name they songs too
after mine real shit baby
they trying to ride your dick baby
all them boys no good boo
even rap on the same beats
then they act like they ain't me
even jock how i write tweets
just to act like they like me
this ain't a diss you'd get disfigured
'bout to turn a song every week into 6 figures
mannequin challenge every rapper just a stick figure
life is a bitch but she sleeping in the bed with me
but he got nothing to do with it
at the end of the day you wouldn't know what to do with it
talented as fuck and still work harder than half these kids that's true with it
after all i'm blessed but these praying hands ain't ever preyed on fans
i never play how could we
could mix plenty tapes but make mix-tapes better
pistol-whip your tape like it's a new beretta
lit from coast to coast i make time-zones jealous
heard your bitch might want me to make her mistake better
she wanna see this d give her the 6 disc changer
scratch this disc and i might just change ya
your two cents need change up
she ride this d like a new jeep wrangler
and this shit go out to like
i wasn't gonna have a hook on this shit
let me try something like this
if you think this song's about you then maybe it is
but you don't ever do shit
say you working but you're not
you been working up a favor
none of them songs you made should've left that paper
do you got the time or do you just watch?
do you got the drive or do you just walk?
oh you got the key? i need a valet
why's your whole life one bad day
you a stop sign i'm a fast break
better yet your drive is a driveway
i don't back out shit i only back up shit
i got internal drive but my external quick
i'm in a solid state you in a solace state
my silence of the lambs you just an awkward date
give you the silent treatment
is that your pussy bleeding?