U know I can do what I what I want
Haters want me to fall off but I won't
Haters want me to slip up but I don't
Stop tryna come copy mine, get yo own
Underrated like an RC
Black Beatle, Paul McCartney
Elevated in a Rari
Camo on me, no safari
I'm the life of the party
Homies round me, kemosabe
Making movies, Leonardi
Please don't make me catch a body
Making boss moves, no cartoons
Make the ground move, when I walk through
And I stand straight like a bar stool
And I'm so clean, look at my shoes
I can cop a Bentley if I want to
I be doing things that you can't do
You stay flexin, tryna look cool
But I think yo rent might be past due
I came in, and left with yo girl
She think that I'm gon give her the world
She want me to give her my money
I packed her stuff up and kicked her to the curb
I'm flying so high like a bird
Got these haters bent like a curb
They try to go drop a diss track
Tryna get a lil clout, but I don't say a word
We get it, y'all think that I'm fake
We get it, all y'all do is hate
We get it, y'all think that I'm lame
They speak on my name, using me for fame
You haters are always the same
That money is all on my brain
I think that I'm going insane
Got the chokeslam like I'm Kane
And I'm running, running till I'm at the top
And my pockets deeper than a gunshot
And you say you harder, but we know you not
When I drop a song, then you know it's hot
Got a new jag with the drop top
And you look sad cause you got dropped
And we put you out like a bus stop
If you wanna make it, you got one shot
And I don't make mistakes
If you coming my way
Keep on getting this cake
Like it was my birthday
Little homie you late
And I just took yo place
And I'm spreading out
Cause I need more space
You running out like some ammunition
I'm the reincarnated New Edition
If you roll wit us, you gon have to listen
Girls on my line like I'm goin fishin
