[Intro]

Yeah

[Verse]

Who the hell talking that fake shit, boy?

I'm busy, I'm trying to make it, boy

I'm killing the game and I'm going so hard

That you never should try and replace me, boy

I'm killing the fakes and I'm fucking your bitch

What should I do, go ahead, you can pick

The lyrics I spit define me as the kid

So you hearing it and you're like "Oh, is that him?"

Boy, I don't know who forgetting the period, never could do

Even the people who spelling my name with the capitals letters forget it like you

Never forgettable, killing the booth, if I ever produce, you can name me "The Truth"

Like Metro, a boom in the lab when you work with the lad then I go and I bid you adieu, ooh

I dropped 19 and then I killed the scene and then I showed 'em like it's my proof

If you ever come up to me looking to beef then I'll think that you've got me confused

Now, that's kind of a shitty excuse but I don't fuck with you, that's what I choose

If you still tryna fuck up with me then you are about to meet your impending doom, boy

Woo, take a minute, I'm so hot, need to get myself check

Had a minute, I don't need no rest, cause I'm feeling myself, no regrets

Well, if I'm thinking, I've got some, like, yeah, but I don't think that you really should care

Cause if you want me to body the beat, I'm embodying me, you nobody to me

You call me a thief and I call you a fiend, call me a bitch and I'll call you a queen

Callling me shit that you only could see, should be loving the c. cause I shine like a beam

Really, I don't understand, you ain't got fans but you acting so grand

You talk yourself up like you making a grand every hour but really, you wishing for that, ah

I kinda get it, oh, I do, you trying to big yourself up to the youth

When you are getting the visual, getting so big, you will look to me and you will croon

You got a gang and a couple of goons, I got a catalog, call it my tunes

I'm going crazy and maybe I'll go and date Sadie but right now, man, I cannot choose, yo