[Intro]

[Chorus]

He ain't even making music, he fell off

Twitter followers he's losing, he fell off

Yo, wasn't he on some TV show, he fell off

I ain't heard of him since bro, he fell off

[Bridge]

C'mon man his music suck

He look like Ne-Yo with hair

He ain't even puttin' out nothing

He's losing followers

I got more swag than him

[Verse 1]

Yo, yo, yo

I done heard enough 'bout your swagger

It's time to make moves like Mick Jagger

I rather top it than be the topic

That lyrical prophet making profits

And won't stop it till this workout plan

Make me a skinny dude with big pockets

Versatile and always keep a extra flow

Game tired so the kid-napping like Mexico

You can't beat it? Urologist is where you best to go

(Why?) 'Cause they cure rappers

Pause, I'm dropping jaws hold a candle to yours, your burning

I see you trying to duplicate my style, you're learning

It serves no purpose, unless I'm earning

Kermit, Green, Guap, bread and never the in between

Combined all my influences and came out sick

That influenza, as I enter the center

My next word is highly anticipated

Clear the real MCs, Nas gave me the stamp, I'm initiated

[Chorus]

He ain't even making music, he fell off

Twitter followers he's losing, he fell off

Yo, wasn't he on some TV show, he fell off

I ain't heard of him since bro, he fell off

[Bridge]

He's ugly, he ain't got no girls, he ain't got no nose bridge

Girls don't be replying to him

Nobody even mess with him no more

He ain't getting no tweets from celebrities

I mean his life really is just boring

[Verse 2]

Ain't the life I chose, but the one I was given

Along with lyricism and perfection of rhythm

So I took the microphone and spoke

Cause I was tired of being a contradiction, living dead broke

I'm less friendly at the venues

Cause if it ain't the dollar sign

In your user name, then they unfriend you

Around the cool kids, I used to lurk

But then I threw that L up

Cause being cool was too much work

Now rap is how I get paid

Yard snakes intersecting, every second trying to make me switch lanes

Switch blade sharp with the street smarts

Got Keith for the stencil, put it in the booth

Now check the street art

That individual collecting residuals imminent and innovative

Flow creative like a a chocolate M&M

End of them

Speculations! Cause my style is fat, so quit the chit chat

Cause Brooklyn's back

[Verse 3: Astro]

Yo, I'm so New York that nobody don't like me

Shout-outs to Fab

I'm wrecking the records without a pad

Think I pretend to be nice, but really I'm wack

But never catch me in the act

Facts is macs don't fall of, we fall back

So fall back with that instigating, instagraming

Tryna see where my plans is

Yo homie, where your manners? Uh

I keep that finesse every second fly

Homie never lie, kick lines 'cause they demand it

I will not lose