Okay, hold up for a minute let me take a sec to breathe

They think they in the rap game but they still ain't got no leads

Get turnt like Johnny Appleseed I'm drippin hella seeds

Got shooters in my apple trees, all sour we ain't sweet

They say I'm lousy

And they get all mad

Boy you're a has been

Boy you're just sad

Did I make you think that?

Oh thats my bad

I guess that its over

I'll pack my bags

SIKE

Yo girl a dyke

I withold the pipe

Because she ain't right

Lil freak in my sight

I'll bet that its tight

I'll slide for the night

Next day catch a flight

She all bout her games but I told her this no playground

I come up clutch like double dutch I swing it all the way round

Like Captain Crunch I had for brunch I'm surfin on these waves now

I've become to much for earth and such, I'm blastin off to space now

She know I'm gettin the bag

She wanna make me her boo

But I know that she a red flag

And she got her mind on my loot

Just wanna love me for cash

Then I'll pop a tag, yeah I'll follow suit

I'm not one to brag

But if I drop a track

Then I make a splash

Give haters a rash

And I build my stack

Cause that's what I do

They say I'm unoriginal cause I go where that can't go

Take a trip to Florida cause I'm hotter than Orlando

Skeet all on that beat while all these homies play piano

They try to say I'm fallin but they know that I'm the man though

They always quick to count me out as if there is no hope for me

My time is here I'm countin down, so pumped up on dopamine

I'm on the move, no standin round, they on me but I'm floatin free

And tell yo girl to calm herself she tryna take control of me

These rappers the lamest

How are they famous

Admit it I'm shameless

I know that they fakin

Why do we settle for this?

You know that they washed up

Tell them dismissed

Got bars from a pawn shop

Hand me down licks

Plays like a shortstop

Game like a sport shop

I make your jaw drop

Songs on my laptop

Practicin non stop

Ready for this

A new arrangement is in order

Boy gon blow up like a mortar

Reel it back and I go harder

Not the rookie I'm the starter

Buy the whole store, I don't barter

Since my last tracks I got smarter

My bars cut like I'm your barber

When I pull up to the venue, toss the bandz in the air

She used to order off the menu, now its catered and prepared

Don't know who sent you, I'll still bend you, I'll still end you I don't care

Got the power like Mace Windew, please continue with your stares

I burn it up like I'm propane, okay

If I don't grind then there's no gain, okay

They all try rap but its so lame, no way

Tell me how its going in the slow lane, so plain

But you know I'll tell you how its goin in the endzone

Can't have one girl, she can bring her friends home

While that hatin homie still caught up in the friendzone

And I made 10 bandz lets go spend some

Fake tans, spray cans, catch me in some ray bans

They only here to piss me off but I don't take the bait man

I don't pay no mind to ya, you just another fake fan

I'm only here for rockin, screw the profit, I don't shake hands

They know I'm so fly I might go to the moon

These rapper are dusty, but I gotta broom

I make these hits, with a mic in my room

I break every cage that they try to assume

I'm workin hard till my pockets are filled

I opened the path and I locked it with skill

They bring up my past but I block it out still

You ask if I'll rock but you know that I will

Wait wait

Whats going on

Whats happening

I'm so wrapped up in the sound

Its always got me thinkin about

How do I spread what I've found

And Im thinkin where's my crown

Its 6 feet in the ground

And my heads spinnin round

Thinkin how I got profound

When my life's feelin drowned

Why am I here?

Why am I here?

Why am I here?

I don't wanna be here

Why am I here?

Why am I here?

Why am I here?

I don't wanna be here