[ Featuring Jolo Reeves ]
Uh
Yea Uh
Yea
I rely on my skill
Not my looks
How You the flyest in the room and can't get booked
It's kind of sad when you think about it
These niggas should've stopped rapping and went to college
But who am I to talk
A slight slurred verbiage
When I be wrapping in the mic, I'll be speaking in cursive
If it's not a homie or a opportunity, do not hit my line
Do not hit my line no
If you ain't a homie or tryna give me some money, do not hit my line
Do not hit my line no
I'm not tryna be the next he
I'm a be the next ME
I'm a be the next HIM
Big boy getting slim
1 chick, 2 twins
3 hoes, 4 friends
Baby got multiple personalities
I dig them in
The sky's the limit to the niggas who never went the past the ceiling
You crashing out cause nobody see you as competition
Even the man in the mirror can not see the vision
You can't expect some random people to do all the thinking
Soon as I wake up, i be losing thoughts
Dreams of living life like I'm the boss
Couple times I was about to quit, but I called it off
Something told me, keep my eye on the ball, but this isn't golf
Huh
I feel like Jared Goff, makin passes
While I'm racin back into action, man I would hate to lap em
I hate to say it, they fascinated, by the way I'm snapping, they'd be Cappin, if they said I wasn't amazing at rappin
But who am I to talk
I'm just a dead broke rapper who still can not be bought
Like church word searches
When I be rapping what I write, I be speaking in verses
