[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
Who the hell talking that fake shit, boy?
I'm busy, I'm trying to make it, boy
I'm killing the game and I'm going so hard
That you never should try and replace me, boy
I'm killing the fakes and I'm fucking your bitch
What should I do, go ahead, you can pick
The lyrics I spit define me as the kid
So you hearing it and you're like "Oh, is that him?"
Boy, I don't know who forgetting the period, never could do
Even the people who spelling my name with the capitals letters forget it like you
Never forgettable, killing the booth, if I ever produce, you can name me "The Truth"
Like Metro, a boom in the lab when you work with the lad then I go and I bid you adieu, ooh
I dropped 19 and then I killed the scene and then I showed 'em like it's my proof
If you ever come up to me looking to beef then I'll think that you've got me confused
Now, that's kind of a shitty excuse but I don't fuck with you, that's what I choose
If you still tryna fuck up with me then you are about to meet your impending doom, boy
Woo, take a minute, I'm so hot, need to get myself check
Had a minute, I don't need no rest, cause I'm feeling myself, no regrets
Well, if I'm thinking, I've got some, like, yeah, but I don't think that you really should care
Cause if you want me to body the beat, I'm embodying me, you nobody to me
You call me a thief and I call you a fiend, call me a bitch and I'll call you a queen
Callling me shit that you only could see, should be loving the c. cause I shine like a beam
Really, I don't understand, you ain't got fans but you acting so grand
You talk yourself up like you making a grand every hour but really, you wishing for that, ah
I kinda get it, oh, I do, you trying to big yourself up to the youth
When you are getting the visual, getting so big, you will look to me and you will croon
You got a gang and a couple of goons, I got a catalog, call it my tunes
I'm going crazy and maybe I'll go and date Sadie but right now, man, I cannot choose, yo