Look

I'm tired of all these **** doubtin me

They be hatin just because I'm tryna build some clout for me

I swear they got it out for me

And if you know me, Im just tryna chill and stack cheese

But had to hop behind a mic and serve all the crack fiends

Tryna set the bar higher than trapeze

Yall ain't never trapped on hood corners, stop the cap please

Just admit you **** rappin bout ya dreams, and that would be ok

But instead **** out here rappin like they sold 3 bricks today

Think about it, if they really on the shit they say they is

Whippin work like baybay kids, then why I'm hearin stories bout you strugglin to pay the rent

Plus half of ya raps is never makin sense, or just some copy pasted shit

Me, I just bring different cadences, they can't relate to it

Cuz they still comin wit some basic shit, they wasn't made for this

When I'm in the booth, im so electric on some Raiden shit

And when I walk up out that bitch, a **** know he made a hit

Basketball player shit, my ****'ll do ya so flagrant

You should take a hint, I'm on ya neck like a baby bib

**** should know how I'm comin at all times

Wit hard rhymes, and enough metaphors to pause minds

Shout out my **** Hod, he doin some hard time

Wish I could help him more, but everyday pray that it's all fine

If the top is up for grabs, imma take it, it's all mine

But best believe me and my **** gone all dine

I just wanna be the realest **** ever, at least in my fans eyes

Man I could do that shit wit my hands tied

**** wanna play games wit me, it's a landslide by halftime

Got em throwin up white flags instead of gang signs

When I hit the studio, get on my fame grind

Give every track I'm on inhumane rhymes

Swear sometimes I feel like Ken and Cole at the same time

Tryna get to where **** mention me in the same line

Hit up ya girl, she tell me to pull up like it's Dame Time

That mean I shot my shot and made that bitch wit the game tied

Hit the in and out like I was bouta go baseline

And hope her **** never find out thru the grapevine

Always stand on business cuz it make me feel 8'9"

Turned up for my ****, now we gone celebrate mines

Feelin like I'm Wayne, I'm so sorry for the wait time

Had to get up off my ass and facilitate rhymes

Flow got layers, I serve like waiters

Move a lil different, they might hate us

Not concerned wit **** that's not makin they life greater

Claimin that they grown and still actin like 9th graders

Im tryna make a dollar, worry bout all the hype later

Imma make it evident

When im in my element, it's no one im not better than

Ballin on these ****, need a jersey and a letterman

This year we goin up because we won't settle for settlin

For real