Delusional

I'm only 22, but I'm getting older 25, I'm trying to be closer

Oh, you think you living like that, huh

But it's dead the same, and you waste my time Closets, I've got seats to size

No more free covers, I decline

Boy, I really was fucking with you, uh-huh Til you start acting like a bitch

Nobody need to talk about you, uh-uh So why the fuck you feel hit

They know I'm a sangin' ass **** hating ass **** get off my dick

Woah, trying to worry about me? Trying to watch what I say

Little ****, you'll never be rich

You did the wrong thing, now I'm finna pop it

Ain't no pussy till you got to college

Young **** shook his ass up he was hollering Fuck that, ain't gon' say too much about it

Fuck ****, know I'ma talk my shit

And ****, you dry, can't make no hit

I know you sittin' alone, sittin' at home Every song, you talkin' bout a bitch

Oh, I done spared yo ass one time

Talkin bout' my cousin was dissin' on you

Say, well, I done had your back a few times

Yeah, when them folks, they was pickin' on you

And this to yo hoe come to the lit side We don't mind trickin' on you

You couldn't keep a buzz, you fucked it right up

Them folks went to peeling on you

I waited my time, I was in the back

You ain't tell a pillow talked on pat

Yeah, you grabbed a little girl so she can get popped

And ****, I ain't talk about that

And I got some **** who would do it on a GP, On god you know I ain't worried about a hat

And I ain't wanna do this come to me just like a man

You wanna put it on the track

Yeah, you think this Lamar and Drake

You stay around the corner, ain't nothin' to get slapped in the face

Yeah, this **** probably mad I took his place

But it wasn't no place to take

And I wanna see your ass win a big bro

But you can't come eat on my plate

And I can go end your career right now

****, we can go tape for tape

And since we talkin about closet talk,

I bet you ain't got no shit that better

And that song gon' beat all your shit

And give a fuck if you go put it together

Woah pushing 30 and , ain't got shit

I really hope that you tryna do better

You better stay in the house like you been doing

I'm down the road, posted at Bodega

Yeah, I ain't worried about no free cover

Yeah, I'm just glad you showed your color

Yeah, you think I'm trippin' on five dollar pape

Boy, that's on my mother

Yeah, I was hearing this shit, but I tuned it out

Cause ****, you was like a brother

Nocap, lil' ****, I'll hate me too

Cause I do this shit like no other

You mad, you fell off you ain't fucking with me

Only thing, saved you was OTC

Yeah, you ain't have nothing tough

Since I can't blame you

How many years about three

And **** you rap with anybody

Won't nobody give your duck ass a feat

You wanna go make all these posts

Soon as I see you, you wanna delete

And you never come in my head when I was making a song

****, you gotta be trollin

And I got some shit on my wrist called shhh

****, fuck that fake ass rollie

****, you a dub

You ain't FAMU

Damn, I hate that I had to expose it

I'm finna park this shit real fast

Damn, a **** be feeling like Moses

This shit can get hot like a oven

Boy, these **** be pushing my buttons

You better pack your pockets

Before you talk about me

Better stick to dissin your cousin