Yeah, you know, some people think I lost it, man

They be saying I sing too many hooks

They saying I don't be rapping enough

Ah, alright, look

People yelling album of the year as if they heard every album that dropped this year

Some **** think they close, they're not as near

Rain drop, drop top, rest in peace to Takeoff

Rest in peace to Nipsey Hussle, DMX and Nate Dogg

Everybody that passed last decade, labels are like death pays

Posthumous album, that's how bills get paid

Backstage on tours where married chicks get laid

When hoes used to be loyal, damn those were the best days

I'm at a point where shit's becoming way too easy for me

Pop, get the honeys, don't stop till it's Diddy money

You see my **** balling, just know that they get it from me

I'm not ungrateful for what I have, I'm just greedy, dummy

Greetings, honey, daddy's home

I'm bringing a new baddie home, getting more W's than a caddy home

Volkswagen for those who don't get it

Stop acting like you're in it to win it

You were faking it like Anthony Bennett

I better be in it if we're talking top five list

Pac, Nas, shit, probably not now

Cause I got more to prove, more to lose before I could win anything

What's a young gun to do when he wants to win everything

I'm hungry, make pop songs and make raps too

I'm trying to make my shit unique, fuck a deja vu

I'm just a French speaking prince eating plants

Out the hand, of the tramps, speaking against me and all my plans

I got great defense, I make complicated raps, I won't ABC it

Until the whole navy sees it

We moving militant, we not on some killer shit

But if one has to go, I'd much rather you get hit

But it's skills sold truth be told

I'll probably be, lyrically, the exact same me

I ain't dumb and down shit, you **** get off my dick

The best selling rappers are the ones that can actually spit

Except for like Travis Scott, but even he got some bars

If he wanted to go that route, he probably could get involved

Man I'm my own PR team, you **** getting rushed to the ER

Lean got your brain flushed with a bunch of scenes and scenarios that never happen

You not independent, you just rely on strings getting pulled

Like Eric Clapton, never snapping on the verse

Please get some better skills,

I get it, you don't like rap, scribble a verse, pay the bills

You're in it for a quick check I'm in it for the respect

Can't just let people decide if I'm a legend just yet

Gotta auto-qualify myself, define legend for Lennon money

Cause even when I die, Imma still fucking prosper

****, I'm a pastor, preaching the gospel

Rap till I can't do it, not Jadakiss

But I got that crack and that cane fluid in the mix

Got the keys to the locks, got the passwords to the safes

Trying to move out the hood, tryna get somewhere safe

Cause I don't deserve this, and my mom doesn't either

So I can't be outside partying and puffing reefer

I ain't cuffing a queen up, till she signing a prenup

And I can't even do that cause I learned from KG hun

You know they ain't complacent when they get that first ring up

It's a whole different person than the first time you meet her

I'm on some rap and y'all beats, Wayne 07' shit

Spit so many bars, rap God let me in heaven shit

Complain about everything, but don't do shit about it

I'll kick your ass so bad, I'll knock the shit up out it

I'm the GOAT, wrapping up? No, I'm just getting started

Young **** stay hungry, better yet I'm fucking starving

Y'all coming up with more emotions than the room of Marvin

That's how I know y'all on some ho shit, y'all ain't really grinding

I'm outstanding, my level of skill is astounding

Y'all think this shit ain't hot? My man, fix up your sound then

We bout a hundred bars in

One, two, three, four

A hundred one bars in, **** ain't no bargain

See what I want and take it, it breaks my heart to see some people not believe I'll make it

A song every week, no label, indie joints

Even in the G-League I'm fucking dropping fifty points

Quality and quantity, that's how you get attention

For the music or for the product that you pushing

Pushing P, punk, pussies picking up a pump

Rappers better button up, pump, pump, pump it up

This is for the people angry every time I sing a hook

Every time I make a R&B song, they never look

Now I'm rapping my ass off, on God them **** shook

I've been snapping for four minutes, ****, that's what it took

Huh, yeah, yeah

I told you I didn't lose it, man

Don't second guess me again, man

Some of y'all just need a reminder

I'm one of the illest rappers you ever heard, period

No drama