[Hook]
I'm like f*ck what you heard
Till I get what I prefer
I’ll be living through these words, like word
Sippin purp with a nice b*tch
Wrist full of ice which reminds me how I shine when that light’s dim
[Verse 1]
They say they go hard, barely
They said I was sub-par
Really?
Telling me I’m not going far
Funny you aren’t even near me
Streets got my back
n*ggas be feeling me, giving me dap
I mastered the art of rap
Disregarding n*ggas trying to hold me back
If I want to be more than nothing I got to do more than something
Course I’m struggling
Yea you can rap, but you missing something
Cool in the back, while you n*ggas frontin’
To get the dough, I hit them with the rhythm from the microphone
Too Rocky to flop like a sloppy Joe
How could I not be dope
[Hook]
Life sucks, we know that
White cups, we hold that
Just gimme a moment on this beat I’ll be snapping like Kodaks
Spit crack, that’s for certain
That white, clean a virgin
Watch for them demons lurking, plus them b*tches speaking to serpents
When the odds get bigger you see n*ggas gargling liquor like elixir
Looking for their definition of that big picture
The white man tries to convince us nothing’s changed, only that sh*t’s different
Find me kicking back in the cribbo
She got a man, but tonight she single
Stacking chips, keep your hands off my pringles
For you gon’ get stretched like a limo
Pretty damn simple the kid got to get dough
Man stop playing, give me the rock I’ll be all up in the endzone
Same old grind, just at better tempo
Holla at me when you get on my level
[Hook]