I'm taking something real real real good

Doing something bad to it

Listening to my own music

Dropping something fast to it

I know that these haters listen

This shit is their [?] fluid

Drink up, swallow, suck my dick

And don't you gag to it

I be on that other shit

They be on my fucking clit

I bet I take that ball

Take that shot and never fucking miss

Yes, I am the best

Yes, I know and yes I rub it in

I'm ready for my deal but

First give me my publishing

Who you know did it

In a year no discovery

Left the track in critical condition

No recovery

Who you know, nineteen

Running with a better rep

Walking through the clouds

And I ain't even been to heaven yet

Damn it, I'm good

I ain't finished getting better yet

When I'm gon' stop, huh?

Never was a better guess

I mean I'm better left

I mean I'm better right

I say I'm fucking [?]

That means I'm outta sight

I mean I'm getting in

And you just get in line

You say I ain't the best?

You must be out your mind

Don't even waste your time

Coming for my throne, ho

Always stepping on what's mine, and

I ain't even blown, ho

Mind state ill, unh

Psychiatric zone, ho

Couldn't get ahead of me

If you had a fucking clone, ho

Filthy mouth bastard

Dirty mind asshole

Headed for the top

Even running through the cash flow

Still getting better, huh

Why the fuck you still amazed?

Said "fuck friends"

Since then I haven't been betrayed

I write the fucking book

And still got the time to illustrate

Best rookie in the game

Word to mister Dennis Quaid

How could it get better? Huh?

Someone gotta let me know

Let me fucking spit

And watch the world all make the letter OHHHH

Yeah bitch, Angel Haze

I'm for real fly

Never fuck with Ken dolls

Catch me with a real guy

Jab at who I want to

Take a stab at who I want to

It's the metaphor olympics

Run a lap round who I want to

Bitch I'm [?]

Way nastier than you

They like

"Angel, you're a fucking disaster in the booth"

I spit facts and I spit truth

Don't hold gats but I let loose

I'm so fucking close to god

I could send a rapture after you

In the game is bein [?]

So I could [?]

It's a picture perfect life

And I'mma capture it with you

Hold up, hold up, hold up

Listen to me please

You may have money

You may have power

But you ain't got shit

If you ain't got peace

A door ain't shit if you can not leave

And a car ain't shit if you ain't got keys

And a game ain't shit, said it ain't shit

No, it ain't shit if it ain't got me

Let me fall back and, um

Let me recline

I just said damn near everything

That was on my mind

I lose control sometimes

But I will not stop and I won't behave

How the fuck can you be free

When your mind is still enslaved, bitch?