(Chorus)
And I don’t know what they be hatin fo
Cause I’m just tryin to make a little room
And I’m just tryin to stay in my own zone
My zone my zone my zone my zone
And I feel like I came along way
So I don’t really care what people say
Cause I feel like like I’m finally on my way
My way my way my way
[Verse 1]
The fact that I ain’t locked up
Feels sort of weird
Cause I got people close to me
Doin 40 years
They say I’m insane Jelly goin stupid tho
Runnin for the Heisman this is my Cam Newton flow
Only blow that fruity ‘dro
Walk inside the studio
Don’t even grab a pen
Just hit the mic and let the truth be told
Verse smashin man it’s a classic
Bitch I’m goin in it’s the first round draft pick
Before this rap game
Yea we was weed slangin
Just take a break for a second
This is a brief statement
On every track I’m talkin foul
Yes he’s flagrant
If they don’t cut my check soon
I’ll be a free agent
(Chorus)
And I don’t know what they be hatin fo
Cause I’m just tryin to make a little room
And I’m just tryin to stay in my own zone
My zone my zone my zone my zone
And I feel like I came along way
So I don’t really care what people say
Cause I feel like like I’m finally on my way
My way my way my way
[Verse 2]
You can call it overkill
I’mma call it overdone
Yea ya money funny
Give me five for them older ones
I hit the spot and move around
And tell em move haters
I keep the green on top like a pool table
Rappin for the hell of it
Wrist is kind of yellowish
Cops askin questions but
I don’t never tell em shit
I’mma be a homo
I’m in love with dead presidents
Rappers ain’t fuckin with me
Kind of like I’m celibate
Fuck it yea tell em hate
Fuck it let’s celebrate
The fact that I ain’t lyin in chalk
Circled with yellow tape
And here it is man I’m goin in again
I’m just blessed that I ain’t end up
Goin to the pen again
(Chorus)
And I don’t know what they be hatin fo
Cause I’m just tryin to make a little room
And I’m just tryin to stay in my own zone
My zone my zone my zone my zone
And I feel like I came along way
So I don’t really care what people say
Cause I feel like like I’m finally on my way
My way my way my way
[Verse 3]
In high school the girls that wouldn’t let me fuck in the first place
Are begging me to dick em down on a Thursday
So I be goin hard on em in the worst way
Can’t believe the kill a bird the day before my birthday
I’m going hard pouring out on every track I do
Like we went hard in the trap with every gat we move
I must be popular my own friends is hatin on me
And they got the nerve to call like “Congratulations homie”
I swear to God that they don’t make any sense
But what they month at they job I’m payin in rent
1250 for the show 500 for the feature
1G for you to keep it for real we don’t need ya
Don’t worry I’m coppin C notes
As fast as a torpedo
And keep the bitches pussy wetter than a pair of speedos
Lotta people hatin I don’t notice the shit
Quit askin me about her man I’m over the bitch
Hold up high roller fuck we toastin again
And poured a little bit out for all my folks in the pen
I got one bar left this verse is close to the end
Can’t believe so many people didn’t want me to win
(VATO)
(Chorus)
And I don’t know what they be hatin fo
Cause I’m just tryin to make a little room
And I’m just tryin to stay in my own zone
My zone my zone my zone my zone
And I feel like I came along way
So I don’t really care what people say
Cause I feel like like I’m finally on my way
My way my way my way
