[Verse 1: Skoolie 300]
Beats like this, I ain't even gotta say much
Self-explanatory, that's what's up
I am the dopest, so shut the hell up
Skool Boy is [?] let me show you what I'm made of
A little bit of cool, a little bit of chillness
Bapewear clothing made out of illness
Breathing and because I got the model in me
And everyone behind us, that's why they following me
And Hypebeast want me in their collection
People [?] like me, even though I affect shit
Creative Bunch, you know the team very well
When you ain't gotta like it, I'm still gonna sell
It's a shame to be a poser, how does it feel?
You wanna be me, but you're not this real
I must be crack 'cause I'm doper than dope
And I know I'm the shit, that's why they overdose

[Verse 2: Blak Tha Map]
I'm a square, isosceles triangle
Taking over the game all and me at every angle
See, my checks, they hot like they spun on the sun
Look at me, I'll shop [?] while you gangsta rappers on the run
See, I leave gold diggers and they never try to leave me
And they won't get any money 'cause Blak tha Map is greedy
And you can tell your friends that I'm a weirdo, I'm a freak
But in the end of the day, you just got dumped by a band geek
And when I walk out the crib, paparazzi take a photo
Then haters scream: "Everyone see that Ralph Lauren logo"
And I guess they hate me with a passion
And I suppose this weakness in my game is acid
So paparazzi take a picture, but your girlfriend in the picture
Then leave a comment about how much they miss her
So you can tell your friends that I'm a weirdo, I'm a freak
But at the end of the day, you just lost your girl to a band geek, yep