[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Got a type of flow that you can't resist
All that other shit is trash, so the fans are pissed
So answer this
Baby, why you stickin' around?
It's obvious you know that your man's a bitch, but
I ain't here to pick apart a person
I pick apart a flow, then I put it into words and verses
Then I serve that shit 'til it serve a purpose
Fuck your house, cars, chains, and your furs and purses
Truthfully I can't feel these rappers
Truthfully I might kill these rappers
Truthfully this ain't news to me
I just did it for the sport, so it still don't matter, but
Overall though, I'm a calm dude
'Til the mic on, then I turn to Tom Cruise in Top Gun
Man, you fuckin' with the wrong dude
I really am 'boutta blow, it's just a long fuse, I got
A million other things on my mind now
I'm gettin' liquored up just to wind down
Is you really real? Guess we'll find out
Had a couple fans but they mine now, I'm
In this shit for the long haul
I get up even when I take a hard fall
Dog, you ain't even playin' and you still talk shit?
Goddamn, you remind me of LaVar Ball
Tryna do it bigger than the biggest, admitted, I kill it
Think it's evident that I ain't gettin' the quitters
So quit, it's just no sweat, I ain't sweatin' a critic
You silly, say I'm underrated, I ain't gettin' the credit I should be
Hm, I'm cool with that
Like Jay on The Blueprint, the ruler's back
Man, I seen her take dick but she can't take a joke
Like, "Damn, baby girl, where your humor at?"
But I say it all lightly, slightly
So you don't have to smite me
I might be like, I might be right, I might be wrong
Let it all out when I write these songs
So just lose it, just lose it
I don't have to talk, I just prove it
'Cause my content's never diluted
Since a kid I've always drempt lucid, ayy
Always got a lot to say
Might fuck around and call Dr. Dre
Shoot my shot like Dr. J
All these labels keep on callin' tryna talk to me
I hit the decline
Every time they hear a line, they wanna rewind
Man, I think I need a little more me time
Got your girl over here drinkin' cheap wine
While she keep on sayin' everything gon' be fine
I might have to break her off with a peace sign
I might have to send her home in a Nissan
Man, I got 'em hangin' onto, like, each line, to like, each line, ayy
Flow stay cold, never artificial
Unless you're talkin' art, then my art official
Quicker picker-upper, let it soak in
Tired hearin' 'bout all your bitchin' and moanin'
These other rappers can't imagine this
The only time I'm comfortable I'm sleepin' on my Tempur-Pedic mattress
Come near me and I'm hazardous
My flow is half the reason half these rappin' motherfuckers ever can't exist
Gone
[Outro]
Woo