Verse One

Finna fuck up my manager
He done cut a n***a hours like I ain't out here starving
About to hit the fucking parkway my tires is skirting
Driving through the city feel my presence a burden
They been doubting on a n***a all these artists I’m birthing
All these n***as back home say I’m crazy in person
Never say it to my face
Keep they words in they circle
Out here claiming they prophets
They just spitting for profit
Know these artists, they watching
Know these rappers, they jocking
How you bite a n***a steez, then do it so sloppy
How you claim you have a message, you just conscious for pussy
Pseudo rap n***as talking but they never gone do it
I been real from the start I be seeing right through you
N***as claim they out here working
They just flogging and cooling
They be sucking for opportunities, willing to do it
They ain't never gone make it
They just lie through the music
Got the nerve to think they better but my vision is fluent
In a lane of my own, think you comp and you foolish
Out here lying to your fans
Man you love what I’m doing
I can tell in your lettering
You study a veteran
Getting better than “better than”
Who you better than “never been”
Listen to your single laughing tears on my letterman
Hit the gas on the Alero
Fuck these n***as I’m pedaling
Fuck these n***as I’m better than
Fuck these n***as I’m better than