Verse 1
Alright, this the type of shit they be playing at the barbershop
I hear these mother****ers saying that it's all for naught
But I ain't stopping till I make it to the top y'all
They about to feel stupid talking like a dropped call
Cause I'm about to pop off ma dude, the flow too cashy
And this white dude ain't trashy
I'm actually college educated, U of R abbreviated
Got inebriated but ma GPA was still amazing
On that 3.93 tip, **** you know about a
Eastside G spittin uncontrollable
I mean if clever was the measure, then I'm better than
Whatever rappers getting cheddar, I'm the king, and they Coretta
They some ****ers like a kennel got
Shit sexy spittin devil ho
Listenin to my writtens got you whistlin like a kettle potttt
I can't stop til I make a dent
But this is greatness, take it in
Ya namsayin cuz
Yall mother****ers wanna be that kid
Want to lease that whip
Want to be that sick
Das a mother****er in this mother****er getting dough
Like a mother****er in this mother****er whatchu know about a
Late teen wit dreams, debate team to frees
To makin these hooks like Kareem, yamean
Now ya man deep in the game, but keepin the same
Cause I believe, I been keepin the faith, y'nawmsayin?
And I spit that shit so asinine
Been known to jerk my d**k just to pass the time
And I ain't never really care for these fake mother****ers
Take mother****ers cake like I wait on these mother****ers
Hate when these mother****ers talk to talk
I'm at the plate, but you know I'm getting walked or balked or somethin'
And you ain't even in my league lil shawty
I'm a beast you can find me on the beach wit a sporty lil young thang
Tan lines out the ass, so bad she about to go to Alcatraz
I gotta second wit the tenth, thinking alphabet
Lil nigga only breaking bad mother****ers, Malcolm's da
I'm on the beat, know you heard of that
G that'll murder cats
Freak raps, my dude, my genes in a fertile sack
B*****s full a ballplayas, Archie Manning
I could even let a few in ya family
Now I'm laughing cuz
And I'mma cake like it ain't nothin
I stay h**ping wit a d**k, trying to date something
I'm straight frontin cause I'm not, hard top on my mama's Lexus
I ain't stoppin til Lil nigga sexy and Obama textin
Dog, I just wanna rap til ya man straight blow up
I'm nasty, throw up
My fam reads Torah
And I can do this shit on the reg ya dig
White mack sound brown like Texas's
I'm really dreaming bout the 22s but I can do it though
I got a J****h flow and I ain't ever had a student loan
I think you knew it though, darling, ya man correct
I tell y'all bout ballin, Stan Verret
Cause I been known to use a metaphor
Only **** ten or more
Thought I was an artist but I think I'm liking metta more
Atlanta, Japan to Amsterdam
Ya boy bout to run up into the stands, ynamsayin baby