Yeah, yeah

You know

She called me on my phone, asked me what I'm sippin' on

Look

Louis in my cup

Louis on my clothes

Lou smoking gabagoo, we pass that pick n' roll (True)

My white tee be so crisp, look like the fresh tips on her toes

All my money straight, so Aminé never fold

I'm back on, back on, back on shit

They thought was hard, I passed on bitch

I'm Dre I get my Mac on, if that ass is fat I last long

Found solace in promises

Kept by bitches who swallowin'

All my kids, they keep gobblin'

Write for who? They keep hollerin'

A&R's with the silencers, shot for us, but we silence 'em

**** hate but they wanna be us

Jealousy be so fond of us

Presidential on my wrist, now I'm the head of state

Everybody want the fame, but don't know what it take

Can’t be your true self while seeking validation

Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation

I said, "Can't be your true self while seeking validation

Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation"

So it's K to the, A to the

A to the, K to the

Doin' what we want 'cause we want ****

I said it's it's K to the, A to the

A to the, K to the

Doin' what we want 'cause we want ****

Leases on your chain, leases on your chain

Your ego got a ego, now your ego got a chain

Mi amigo pobrecito, be yourself and stay the same

It's hard to keep your friends when you just friendly for the fame

More cap in this rap shit than your graduation

Hatin' **** be the ones out here congratulatin'

I don't know who you are, beef ain't nothin' to moi

**** be delusional, thinking we close but we far

You out of place

Get my weed out of state

Pretty bitches give me face

On her knees like rolling trays

Got a main and bae

Don’t care what these **** say

Ballin' fuck a resume

Pull her hair, fuck the lace

That's very true

I got plaques to give my kids

But until I'm six feet deep, I will continue to run this shit (Bitch)

Can’t be your true self while seeking validation

Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation

I said, "Can't be your true self while seeking validation

Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation"

So it's K to the, A to the

A to the, K to the

Doin' what we want 'cause we want ****

I said it's it's K to the, A to the

A to the, K to the

Doin' what we want 'cause we want

Hatin' **** I'm sick of

When we talk you listen

Fight in me my fist up

Control shit like SZA

Hatin' **** I'm sick of

When we talk you listen

Fight in me my fist up

Control shit like SZA

Yeah

Wake up, wake up

Yeah, yeah

Wake up

Gone for a moment but not forever, not for long

Throw up your K&A's

Remind these **** man, look

Hoes who used to play me get the Michael B

My biggest haters **** who didn't make the league

Sold out dates

Seen on seven seas

Bluetooth connected to a thousand SUV’s

Y'all bought the same fit, but couldn't buy the steeze

Rappers kick the same shit, but couldn't match the fee

Bitch, I'm in my bag, not in the industry

The flow so player play this shit in the limousine

Okay, rappers wrap it up

KAYTRAMINÉ best rap album, competition none (Yeah)

"Underrated," they tryna act like I ain't drop seventy one

Sickamore said it best, all you **** bums (True)

These **** keep on talkin' in my ear like I care, but I don't

Shorty's unsending DM's, that rappers won't

Talk to me dicey

'Cause they know the verse is getting very, very pricey (True)

Call my **** Richie when I need assurance (True)

503 in AZ, bitch I look like Terrance

Know you listenin', but you don't fuckin' hear us

Y'all can keep countin' me out, I'm just gone my carats

I put Halle Berry in my close friends

Why the fuck would all you **** think I need anymore friends?

I don't like you rappers, I don't like you hoes

Bitch I'm Calvin Klein and you are Kenneth Cole

Yeah, y'all talkin' like we equals when we know you smeagles

Two face **** don't understand we gone see through

All that bullshit that you hiding

True colors always show, it's always perfect timing