Ayy, I feel like Peyton, reading the zone

It's not for pay, leave me alone I don't debate, think I'm my own

You can't relate, you is a clone I grab the mic, setting the tone

You move a spite, wanna atone, Thoughts in my head, I'ma put it in song

Stuck in a loop, I can't find my way home Days that I bled, they ain't pick up the phone

Lightly please tread when you moving alone, I feel ahead and they can't put me wrong

I hope they share what they been for so long Lames, geeks, goofies, dummies

We grown as hell, please go get you some money Ayy, they know, we know, he know

I cannot chill wit no regular, he know the deal he a regular

I don't think bout no competitor I'm changing shit like the editor

I'm swingin' racks, Rodger Federer Feel like they owe me like crediter

Yeah, uh, I hit the green like Nadal, yeah

I'm in the stu with my dawgs

Roll up backwood I light me a log, yeah I'm tryna see through the smog, yeah

But I can't see through the fog, uh Gotta go up, I'm a star

Really the chosen one like I'm LeBron, yeah

It's some shit I can't say that you know that I'm coping with

I had to spill from my mind when I opened it

I'm just gon' swing for the racks like Djokovic

Way too much disrespect, now this shit over with

Walked through my heart in my music, I opened it

But I feel like they done broken in

I was just prayin' and hoping to get me a opening

Kept it down low, I ain't spoke on it, yeah

Feel like Djokovic

Cause I'm swingin' racks, Roger Federer

They hatin' on me, I'm ahead of them

I've been loaded on the medicine

I done set it in stone, it's a anthem

I move on the beat just like a And-1

And You know I had hop on a Ant song

Then I let out my pain like a tantrum