[verse 1]
ATL is ah. black mecca
Play my records. thanks forever
Seth Firkins. told me step up
Rest In Peace dog, that was special
Everywhere i'm. hot like pepper
And the strippers. they accept us
Grab the black ones. and the red ones
Like i'm somewhere. playing checkers
You say. you smashed. an actress he's. a liar
Doing. somethings. not the. same as. trying
I used to. have a. crush on. Meg. Ryan
Since i. heard her. moaning. in a. diner
Need a. (BLEEP!) like. Meghan. Markle
Had one. i should have. been. smarter
Think. back. on Houston. and. New Orleans
Now. overseas is where my. heart is
Way. somewhere. over. river. Jordan
You can't find it, you can't find it
Pretty girls with, pretty smiles
Swear i'm not blinded i'm not blinded
Record label offers, too weak
You can't sign me, you can't sign me
Juvenile four, hundred degrees
That's my climate that's, that's my climate
Ha, you make nothing outta something
You handle your biz, and don't be crying while you suffering
Back when we were kids, i had to move in with my Auntie
Had to share a bed and we shared clothes my cousins
I keep it real, good or bad that's 100
But you're out here cappin', online and in public
Just an ordinary n***a from the hood no fronting
But i'm still a solider, keep the heat like an oven

[Chorus]
Overlooked in denial admit it
I'm next that's what they all say
You can go live talking all day
Still we'll look at you the same way
Your friends are probably all fake
Mines poppin' and yours ain't
No time for these lames
Got out my lane
You are not hot and
We don't care about your plans
You are not hot and
We don't care about your plans

[verse 2]
All these faux beef. you're in so deep
Rented girlfriend. you feel lonely
Clique paid for. not your homies
If it pops off. you get cold feet
Always arguing when you're posting
Why so sensitive. they're just joking
Most times its just kids trolling
I just laugh it off if they roast me
Getting clout from girls you had to pay
She hits me up and moves you out the way
I'm splashing in that fountain all day
Then i go to sleep on her face
She woke me up and told me clean the plate
Just a girl i met around the way
Just bumped into her somehow it was fate
Had me shooting shots like i'm Klay
Klay Thomp Parré makes 'em jump
Your crush ain't posted pictures in a month
She's somewhere trying to choke me with her tongue
While your'e pretending to be what she wants
All out in California where its sunny now
Don't let that fool you 'cause them gangstas run it now
They'll watch you grow up and then come and cut you down
Like my brother mowing grass at my mother's house
Some n***a swooped pass my car and then smiled at me
Then he pulled out his gun and started firing
Living thru all of this bullshit inspired me
Now giving i'm giving birth to Culture(Kulture) like Cardi B
I make those slaps you remember
Your career's cold as December
You know you cap for the image
I'm a young king just like Simba
And you hyenas can't be me
Leave you ass-out like Rafiki
You simple heathens don't appease me
So cool i make it look easy
Posting your mugshots on Insta
Trying to get clout going to prison
I'll never pay you attention
I will treat you like Meg Griffin
Turn your own Whoas to a victim
Makes it hard, to know who your friend is
Fakin' beef and making disses
All just to get. us. to listen
You're a goofy that's a bet
Chasing clout until you sweat
No one cares where your'e at
Until you earn some respect

[Chorus]
Overlooked in denial admit it
I'm next that's what they all say
You can go live talking all day
Still we'll look at you the same way
Your friends are probably all fake
Mines poppin' and yours ain't
No time for these lames
Got out my lane
You are not hot and
We don't care about your plans
You are not hot and
We don't care about your plans

[outro verse]
I've been wildin' out since they were saying "dime piece"
I was so young they asked me for ID
Everybody knows i from Louisiana
But California put her arms around me
Then New York gave me a high five
ATL paid me to ghost write
I heard your little song it had no vibe
All it was were ad libs and a bassline :2

[haters verse]
Parallel's so mean
Smashing. all our. queens
Haunts us in our dreams
Murder everything thing
Morda everything ting
Were just bumbaclots
Mans not hot
He's taking all our spots
Seducing all our thots