Verse 1

G-Scott

My pops told me trust no one

The chick ya layin next to

Could be the same one all ya secrets tellin her ex too

As of late I sleep with eyes wide closed

Girls eyes wide shut will have your nose wide open

Lately, I'm losing touch with reality

Cause everything the world calls real

Feel like a fantasy

But I'm Dyrdek of this factory

Ruler of the schooler

The principal to ya faculty

I still believe in love actually

Never a British comedy

Most times ends in tragedy

A travesty of casualties

Left me here with a bag of weed

Till I'm so high a nigga can barely count to the number 3

3-2, 2-3 lines dangling shoe strings

Ball so hard I plan on starting a new team

Lost it all came up, but this what y'all came for

Coming for the title spot nigga Game 4

Chorus

Jacob Denzel

I'm still, I'm still, I'm still, I'm still me

And when the sky comes fallin I'll still I'll still I'll still be

Used to say wasn't tall enough, wasn't smart enough

But, they don't make 'em anymore like us

Baby, I'm still, I'm still me

Verse 2

G-Scott

3-2-1 nigga blast off

Traded in the loko for a tall boy of blast dawg

Admit I cry sometimes

But know the sun comes after rainfall

Feelin like a tsunami hit

Guns drawn that toonami shit

Good kid in a bad world

Got me thinkin of poppin it

Got me thinkin of robbin em

Got me thinkin of poppin em

Both decisions sound lame

That's similies with a homonym

Mostly cause I ain't feeling that

And lame is what I'll never be

Simply tend to amaze

Ain't talkin bout Frankie Beverly

Most these niggas is bitches

We not of the same pedigree

Deaded all of that school shit

I don't care to compare degrees

Talking about you the hottest

But I don't care to compare degrees

Niggas will get sunned

And still want to compare to me

Couldn't walk in a pair

Of these Nike Airs apparently

Blame my success and failures

Upon all of my parenting

Aerial though my varails

Complain never settling

Chorus