[Intro]
Yeah- (uh, uh,uh)
Yeah- (uh, uh,uh)
Young Gerald-
Yeah

[Verse]
Copying my moves, studying my groove
Boy, i’m tearing up these stages, you ain't even got the tools
Got a team on my back, you ain't even got a crew
Every beat i fuckin touch be like a house with a view
Everyone who wish they have it will not put the effort through
If you someone whos neck on the line, here’s my respect to you
Hater saying I'll fail, boy i guess you just ain’t got a clue
Women hit my line I think she used to be in love with you
18 years of age and i'm schooling you on principles
Try to copy my success but you cannot get the technicals
You’ll never have the swagger, my style or any residuals
So to see you try man it feels so fuckin pitiful
Idolised by many, i ain't even out my city
But my work ethic speaks volumes, i can hear the crowd already
Chanting my name as the lights rise slowly
I know my come-up is soon, i can feel it coming shortly
Thinking you can take me down? Son that is adorable
But you should know by now that you and i are not comparable
Ghosted everyone in my life made my dreams believable
But you can't even think about em, you can't make em feasible