[Verse 1]
All good just a week ago
You text my phone talking 'bout we just need us some hope
LOL, response is tight, we gon' shit on these folks
Now that was that now let me go change the scenery up
See it's been me against the World from the very beginning
Y'all try to go reprint my bloggers cause it's made up of winners
Yeah y'all suppose to be some men but I see the hills are switching
You let Tyree go tune you up now I'm gon' startle your engine
Transforming ass n***a, big dogs turn to culture vultures
Keep talking 'bout me, it's just free promotion
I'm on the wave and I just ride the motions
Your gossiping a revolving door, it spins to me and keeps going
And I'm just walking right through it like I see, I see, I see
Y'all already hate yourself so now it's time to hate on me
Can't create themselves so they try to go and re-create me
I can give you a persona but for that I charge a fee
And you n***as ain't paying homage
They FaceTiming just to Dateline it
Making up stories like they had they own grapevines
For the record just cause that's yo mans that don't make it mine
And for the record I've been waiting on this a long time
To be honest I really had love for n***as
And say your loved ones be the first ones to go and getcha
Now hold up wait, here's go part where the plot just go and switches up
I'mma show you how to chop a old friend up

[Verse 2]
Orange camo cuz' ya boy flamed up
This shit' heavy like brinks truck
That's how you feel about the set n***a
I'll turn your life into a meme boy
I'm going Forbes 30 under 30
Imagine when I even hit thirty
Thirty rounds for them dirty n***as
This that ''fuck ya momma'' have your brother missing
Deion Sanders when it's showtime
I'm the Kevin Nash to ya Big Show
Put you on your fucking neck n***a
Reese Flair with the figure four
See ya Im like "where the beef go" yeah
Cook you up just like some miso
Yeah, your bitch she give me that deepthroat
Yeah, I do your shit just like a freethrow
Yeah, dunk your shit like Vince Carter
Running through the city like a martyr
N***as not from really anywhere
You was born up on the internet
That connect you rap about is WiFi
You ain't never even really seen a trap
N***as be rapping like they Tony
When they really just a little pink pony
Might just throw yourself a tip bitch
This that ''Reese 'bout to make a mil'' shit
That Reese gon' make a drill shit
They thought I really couldn't rap shit
Go decode this, up on rapfix
Say they run the town but I lap shit
VVS' on my neck
You rock that made in the lab shit

[Outro]
You took my shit and you cloned it, yeah
I need that back cause I own it, yeah
I need another opponent, yeah
Watch how I switch it up on 'em, yeah
You ain't even made a million off your talents
How you think you fresh? n***a when your bitch is your stylist, yeah