This ain't your ordinary
I'm not your ordinary
The hate gets more the merry
Yeah
Why they wanna hate on me
Talk about status, knowing I'm a savage
Boy stop playing with me
No, I'm not your average
Something like an addict
Fuck what the reason be
Cause I forgot to manage bad habits
But I'm known to keep it G
On the dirt, imma leave lowkey
You fucking with a real one
I said me, I'm standing tall with it
Got the star status on my arm tatted
Got the balls to keep y'all in it
Steady sharing what my job is and isn't
Still ain't tell you all the shit to keep my jaw lipping
Boy, listen
I ain't guaranteed shit
But when I get success people rarely split
And I ain't talking bout the people that I run around with every hour
Take a look at my empire
Bitch I swear I'm tall as towers
I'm a motherfucking powerhouse
On the hook, Stevie shout it out
Normally I go for change, want my money in a round amount
But you look like you stuck up in a round-a-bout
So what's that about
I ain't worried bout the fame
Yeah, see I'm worried bout my fortune and my name
I'm worried bout the ways I take to make it in this game
I know that there's a lot more left than knowledge I can gain
What you sayin'
I wanna separate the fake
They always on my mind, I don't really love to think
But you can't match the effort
What the fuck you think of me?
Now watch me fuck up everything
I see it in my dreams
Talk to em like
Why they wanna hate on me
Talk about status, knowing I'm a savage
Boy stop playing with me
No, I'm not your average
Something like an addict
Fuck what the reason be
Cause I forgot to manage bad habits
But I'm known to keep it G
On the dirt, imma leave lowkey
You fucking with a real one
I told em this is not your ordinary shit
But see, I'm pretty like an ornamental gift
Watch me flip the script like you ain't ever seen an episode of this
Imma rip it and then imma light up a flame when I spit
See they put up a front
I roll up a blunt
And if they be fucking it up
Then I'm kicking it back and I'm taking a puff
See, I beat up the pads
Heat up the pad, I need to relax
See, I see all the cash
So is it ironic that when I be going to get it
I want all the heat off my back
Tell me the problem with that
I'm dropping a bomb on the track
See, I'm tryna be part of the map
I'm a doubted individual, I'm picking up the slack
Till I got the crowd jumping as a pack
That's a wrap
But now you acting different, like you hate mine
While I hit your Favorite Rapper up on FaceTime
And with the way that people doubting me, that's a hate crime
No one gives a shit about your struggle, this ain't Dateline
Look man
I wanna separate the fake
They always on my mind, I don't really love to think
You can't match the effort
What the fuck you think of me?
Now watch me fuck up everything
I see it in my dreams
Talk to em like
Why they wanna hate on me
Talk about status, knowing I'm a savage
Boy stop playing with me
No, I'm not your average
Something like an addict
Fuck what the reason be
Cause I forgot to manage bad habits
But I'm known to keep it G
On the dirt, imma leave lowkey
You fucking with a real one
You fucking with a real one