I'm feeling like I can't compete
(I can't compete)
Yeah
I ain't a 10 for a dime if I'm being
Honest I'm prolly a 7 at least
Still pushing a grave yard shift.
Still getting playing by a bitch
Who can't cop her own crib or
A whip (Look)
All as she struggling to pay the rent
But flic up for likes
I fall for it every night (Night)
Thinking like me double tapping gon on get her to acting like she gon forever be mine
I'm outta my rabid ass mind (Mind)
By thinking like liking a picture or two kick an ignition And spark up a fuse
Thats silly I know how this cycle repeats
Shawty belong to the streets
She only f*ck with elites
She way too expansive indeed
But imma hit her up
The seen Gon be the DUB
But imma f*ck her friend all just to break her in the end
I really got nothing to keep her with
I'm probably just wasting a keeper shit
Cause I think that love is a myth
Just for the lucky and rich
A figment of imagination
Just another worldly limitation
For these niggas to act like they More than basic
And these females to give out solicitations
But yo oddly i still want an
Invitation for participation
Just for stimulation
Just to see if it matches the Illustrations
And songs that I heard
Cause mostly it's seems likes the Concept is blurred
When I get to talking I sound so Absurd
They calling Oh yeah so I heard