Yeah
I be that bald fade, polo wearing nigga from the south
I done came a long way from nights of sleeping on the couch
High School bad grades mama almost kicked me out
But no matter where go I got a hater tryna doubt
I might just write a book about the shit
Extra extra read about it claiming he the king I doubt it say that he from Clayton county he a product of surroundings
Man fuck that nigga
I heard his government Ashanti
I heard he dissing everybody
I gotta find something bout him
You know the skeletons inside closets
Cus he been beefin wit my potna
But ion know bout how it started
He just want attention
I might just pull up wit the choppa wit the clip in
I mean I never really shot it I'll admit it
But right now I'm off a bean so I'm different
He ain't even that nice wit the rap shit I put up a song and nobody even listen
Fuck is he kidding, how he get all these women
How come when I try talking to so and so she don't reply but she all in his mentions
Man it's sickening
I got a sickness
Imma son him put that on my children
Yeah the ones that I never go visit
Cus my baby mama steady trippin
Anyway any day he'll be slipping
I went to his show
I had to stay low even tho I'm front row
That nigga kinda big what he bout 6'4, but he 6 feet deep when I put him in the floor
He rapping bout that struggle life that ion even even know
Shawty kinda fye but I ain't finna let him know
My homie dont like him so you know I'm on go
Oh shit he right there, can I get a pic bro
Yeah ion like that nigga there, he too real when he spoke
Ion like that nigga, why? Cus I hate me on the low
I just feel like he a lie, these facades make me real
I just hate, it's easier to swallow how I feel
Yeah ion like that nigga there, he too real when he spoke
Ion like that nigga, why? Cus I hate me on the low
I just feel like he a lie, these facades make me real
I just hate, it's easier to swallow how I feel