[Verse]
Switching personalities on the weekly
It depends on which one of y’all see me 
To these demons I’m creepy 
To these angels I’m freaky 
No disses are ever sneaky 
To my mama I try to be squeak clean 
That’s just respect, I can be mean 
To you assholes tryna take my spot 
And you internet thugs that claim what you’re not 
And you instagram mofos that fake what you got 
Then act like you came from the hood when we grew up on the same block 
I ain’t never been shot 
Never slang drugs 
My friends is all nerds, I never tried to be a thug 
I only believe you real if you rep what you tellin 
And I’m selling records yelling I’m bout to make a killin’ 
That’s real shit 
My numbers rising on the daily 
The streets is finna play me 
I don’t give a fuck bout no radi- oh 
That’s real shit