Letras
You can call me arrogant, conceited
You can call me all of that
But, all I'm saying is, I have no competition
The only nigga I'm in competition with is myself
I'm that nigga
Told myself I wouldn't mention feelings
Okay I'm feeling it
I ain't gon' break another crystal ceiling
Not breaking records
That's my only limit
Man they laughing at my lyrics
They trying me because I'm holding back
They really mad cause I abuse the track
I call your girl a fein
Because she want me like I got the crack
Bitch I never thought that I would make it back
Now I just wanna stack
Of fucking bread
So bitch get off my sack
I need verses
With curses
Okay we got it kid
Fuck it
Any beat that you throw me
I'm just gon' body it
Man, And that's for niggas that made it
So you can't take it from me
My tears are looking like windows
Whenever the weathers stormy
I'm kinda telling my story
So we can run it back
Man I kinda wanna go block her
But she the running back
Damn, I kinda fuck with my father
But he ain't coming back
Bitch, I need to stop drinking liquor
But I ain't cutting back
I throw my all into a fucking song
So you can sing along
I keep it real just like I'm spelling, "Ong"
Overheads like, "did you catch that"?
Niggas never gave a fuck, they only fucked her cause her ass fat
Pass that
Class clown title, I'm the one they laughed at
I'm rolling up and smoking after school,
Like where the staff at?
Matter fact I take that back, now why the fuck I asked that?
Because the staff was always stopping me, "like where the gas at?"
You know I kept it on me always,
man I'm too classy for this class, that's why I'm trapping out the hallways