[Intro]
Clout chasing, dig riding, all of these n***as
I'm sick of this n***as

[Verse]
I got it figured out, most of these n***a do it for clout
They do it for money, that's why they be mumbling
N***as don't know what they talking about
I came from the dirt, I pray to the clouds
Don't really smoke but I'm high as they come
Fuck if you n***as [?]
I'm one of the greatest, I'm taking my time [?]
I'ts been a while since I gave a fuck
Don't think that I made it because I got luck
It is what it is
I guess when you drop out of college you start motivating the kids
I'm running a race, my n***a please
Christ on my head with some T&Cs
I got it frozen, I feel the breeze
Killing the beat and I feel at ease, oh goddamn!
Yeah, I think it's time for me to do this shit
I don't need complications on my reservations when I blow this year
[?] in time
But fuck it I'm all of that n***a you need to fear
Roll up a clip when I shoot
And I shoot for the house so you know that the damage is there
N***as been claiming for too many years
I kill them on beats and I'm using my souvenirs
[?] a problem that you cannot solve
Now hit me and see if a n***a cares
You got them caught in they feelings
When I got these n***as drowning in they own tears
Now show me my competition
And in a midst of a second, I'll make it disappears
What do I have? It's cash
I dropped out of college but I got class, you mad
Most of you n***as are wack
I put it on God, they ain't never gonna last, for sure
N***as will anything for to get clout
And that type of shit turn a man to a hoe
N***as are like stars, I'm more like the moon
PS I just thought that you might need to know
Oh shit! And I know a couple of n***as who would probably give up their lives for all of this shit
N***as who would do anything to get rich
N***as who be waist they time and they [?] do as they wish
I got the plug in the city
If I ever pull up just that I'm fucking your bitch
I had to follow my dreams
N***as wanna eat, that's cool I'm serving them beef
I had to work in my sleep
N***as ain't got it that hard
I came up from the streets
I had to murder these beats
Either that or go to jail and lose my peace
But I gotta work hard
N***as ain't got that much, they local
I'm going global, gotta work smart
All of these fake-ass-wanna-be-teenage-icons
And they ain't even playing they part
Chasing up clout
Can't even talk cause they dick is up in their mouth
I blew up on twitter, I told you I'm coming
I'm cutting the middle man out of discussion
I don't need a label, I don't need a manager
Fuck it, I might just blow up with a camera, n***a
I put these n***as inside of a box
I'm loosing on count, there's too many of em
I know these n***as is biting my flows instead of my lyrics
There's too many of em, huh?!
Jeff in the hood, I'm pulling them strings
You'd probably think that I'm playing the guitar
Most of these rappers are fake, they do it for fame
So Ima just chill in the dark