Verse 1:
The way I see it my competition is me
Question myself like do I even compete
Conversations with my maker he the fucking greatest
It's trill season ain't got no time for fake shit
Fuck all that buddy buddy nonsense
I'm just tryna make a mil and fuck a blonde bitch
With some pretty blue eyes and a wet pussy
Making hall of fame decisions but I'm still a rookie
Taking over the game and yeah it's by force
Y'all start strong but can't finish Bron in the 4th
I apologize thats just my guilty conscience
LR the future of rap, I'm just being honest
Annihilating all artist approaching A-Dot
Astonishing all audiences avidly agitated and aggravated assuming all accolades achieved and archived by me was false dawg
Damn that take me back, I used to be a straight A student
But now the money and music my biggest influences
This that new chill promise you that I'm up next
You worried bout getting verified I'm chasing the checks
Apparently I'm a parent to you niggas
And if that fuckin shoe fit I'm Cinderella to you bitches
This is my fuckin story unique roll up the loud
Cause it's obvious I spit fire my fucking black just burnt out
Outro: "Y'all niggas some black heads too boy"