I was in a car with an Uber driver, chillin’

Made a **** wanna call his supervisor, illin’

Even tho he doesn’t have one, had some, rapper on the station

Talkin’ mad trash, every rhyme, rappin’ like this all the time, sayin’

Tons of hateful, **** and bitch, but callin’ us haters

Somehow, wanted some favors, by buying the album, but I am a thousand

Percent sure that I’m not doing that, super wack rappers in my ear

But now we’re here, at our destination

Why are these **** all shoutin’ at me?

I was tryna chill and they were talkin’ beef

Again, swear people hatin’ on their music’

But maybe, what they just said was fuckin’ stupid

Why are these **** all shoutin’ at me?

I was tryna chill and they were talkin’ beef

Again, somethin’ somethin’ bout my girlfriend

Oh wait, somebody else wrote that with ya pen

I was at a motherfuckin’ Waffle House, chillin’

Took a long time to get those waffles out, illin’

Cause the whole crew listenin’ to, some **** mixtape

Maybe one day he’ll sit his ass down, realize the mistake

Sharing nonsense rhymes with the public, subject was to get papes

Of course, apparently if you disagree, that this dude is nice

He got contract killers on the payroll that may or may not go, to end ya life

Then my All-star came

Why are these **** all shoutin’ at me?

I was tryna chill and they were talkin’ beef

Again, swear people hatin’ on their music’

But maybe, what they just said was fuckin’ stupid

Why are these **** all shoutin’ at me?

I was tryna chill and they were talkin’ beef

Again, somethin’ somethin’ bout my girlfriend

Oh wait, you didn’t even write that with ya pen, did you?

I wrote a couple bars ya know

I wrote a couple bars ya know today

Been to a couple bars ya know

And had a couple drinks around ya way

I think its getting harder though

I think its getting harder though to stay

World is bringing out an artist’s lows

And all I see is black and white and gray