[Los]
You ain't got the heart inside you to go hard inside the paint
I paint a picture like an artist with his heart inside the paint
I go hard enough to make it even though my odds are slim
I'll keep living through my fans because I gave my heart to them
And if you do get up the heart to throw a challenge my way
I will gladly eat your heart and call it Valentine's Day
Homie, you need to see college just to see how I devoured this
I'm a rapping scientist, philosopher, theologist
You make so much shit up, you should be a cosmetologist
Your bitch ass should be on the cover of Cosmopolitan
But Los, you're the pretty boy, you could of been modeling
N***a, shut the fuck up, get the door and let the models in
They say they go hard as me as if they want a problem then
They decorating bathrooms the way they throwing towels in
Homie, get your swagger up about another mile or two
My flow is a Molotov, you don't possess the molecules
I could say if I was you but I can not fathom that
That would mean I'd have to take my dreams of having Phantoms back
And my bitches go so hard, I told ‘em they could share me
Now they so close, it scares me, shout out to Katy Perry
Nobody likes you when nobody’s like you
But I'll be damned if I lose to some nobodies like you
Homie, I will write you some shit that's so right you
Wish you had the rights to but you won't have the right to
My left tied behind my back, just time out, tie my right too
‘Cause my flow will leave you left but it could get you right too
These n***as is high school, shout out to my whole squad
Bitches say you go boy, I say bitch, I go hard