Confidence is Key

I ain't gonna lie, this beat is hard

And I found the beat, and I'm about to rap on it, feel me?

I'm not a rapper, though

I'm about to spit some shit, though

Listen, listen, watch this

My name is C, don't forget the Z's

Ain't nothing like no damn rat, but I stack the cheese

You don't got no money, chill, you don't gotta scream

Mama hit you nice with the left, but the right is mean

Sneaking all these girls up in my crib, I'm like Harry Tubman

Why you trying to post me on the 'Gram, are you up to something?

I know this shit gonna sound weird, but her name was cousin

Not from Alabama, so I don't gotta date my cousin

You told me that you was broke, how you buying this shit

You told me you had no kids, you be lying and shit

You told me that you was single, why you hiding this shit?

I'm telling your mom, now you about to start crying and shit

I just had to sneeze

Every time my girls get in a fight, they just grab a weed

My brother got kicked out the house, he went overseas

He gon' be a black boy in Japan, **** black in need

Confidence is really key, but you fuckin' ugly

I just seen you scratch your ass, so don't fuckin' touch me

My cousin really think he Crip, so he call me cuzzy

The other one think he Blood, so he call me buzzy

I always find a way to make a highlight from a low light

Sometimes shit go left, but I can always make it go right

This rappin' shit is fun and I could do this shit just all night

Like Curry and his prom, I could never have a off night

Let me tell y'all a little something about the past me

I had bad drip and my lips was always ashy

I used to act tough, so my pants was always saggy

Some call me Zeddy, but the girls call me Daddy

Always late to class, yeah, I guess that wasn't classy

Had bad grades, so the teacher wouldn't pass me

Had five girls, but the main one was Ashley

Her face wasn't there, but at least she had the jaddy

Could've played golf like Tiger Woods, but I never learned

I should've had Michelle Obama, I'ma wait my turn

Call me Usher, right, you know it's heat, I'ma let it burn

Friend named Aaron, but in Baltimore, they gon' call him Earn

Shorty made her OnlyFans, you know I'm your only fan

Shorty quit her job, so I guess this is her only plan

You alone sittin' in the sun, that's a lonely tan

You know I'm not comin' over there, 'cause I don't fuck with sand

I don't do that sand shit, I'm a pool person

I'd rather go to the pool for me to lay down

You know what I'm sayin'?

That sand stuff is not for me, respectfully