I don't see how you can hate from outside the club, you can’t even get in
Yeah yeah lil loser tryna spit, im kidding he prolly in his bag
Steady blowing up, yet having too much pockets and not enough bands
Not flying but so fly, like speeding through the lands
Let a bitch talk shit, but face to face don't be scared to put up the hands
Was for real gonna ghost, but i guess that hoe be a fan
I'll let her, i’ll let her, ill let her slide just for a minute, just for the day
Make me feel the best, but my body showing hella decay
Shit i don't wanna go, but i don't really think i can stay
Brain having some minor delays
Tell pops this shit cannot be no phase
Cannot be the one asking for a raise
Want love from the industry, i am not the one to be praised
Popping off on the track, never no xans
Always tough as shit, flicking up for the gram
Ain't cry on ur should, that is not ur mans
Fot a blueprint cus we be studying the plans
Yeah we exclusive, wear be in high demands
Name three songs, he a liar not no fucking fan
Ways to never be caught up in a jam
In love with me, she add me on her spam
Rare finding me, got potential i'm turning gold
Never sell myself, i see the beauty in getting old
Already got a clue of how many in the industry sold
Got this fucking good, i don't know if i could ever fold
Why you brand me stupid, i'm just hella bold
Too many as of now getting rusty with the mold
Not hanging up right now, but i gotta put yall on hold