Yeah
I got the city hating on me, yes, I know, I know
I got the pretty ladies on me, yes, I know, I know
It's getting hard to get them off me, yes, I know, I know
It's why I'm feeling they be salty, yes, I know, I know
If there's one thing you'll learn about me
It's that I tend to glamorize
Every single girl I met was somehow special in my mind
That's why that record was a lie, 'cause I dedicate entire songs
To those who don't even deserve a sеcond of my time
I reckon I'll be finе, though, 'cause the pain is the motivation
Vanquish the anger soon as the ink absorbs on the paper
And please tell me why I stress and I'm anxious in conversation
If the shit doesn't go well, I'm like, "Thanks for the inspiration"
And I move on, yeah, I got my groove on, for too long
I've been played with, time to show them who the new boss
You know I study for the bars, well, here's my new law
My new philosophy, if you don't like me, bitch, you wrong
Confidence is through the roof, you see just what it took
Time to eat these pussies now, I don't beat around the bush
Now I'm in talks with labels, told 'em I know I'm the underdog
But I'm already swinging, all I really need's a push
I got the city hating on me, yes, I know, I know
I got the pretty ladies on me, yes, I know, I know
It's getting hard to get them off me, yes, I know, I know
It's why I'm feeling they be salty, yes, I know, I know
I got the city hating on me, yes, I know, I know
I got the pretty ladies on me, yes, I know, I know
I got some demons that'll haunt me, yes, I know, I know
But I just learn from my mistakes and I grow, I grow (Yeah)
Believe in me, that's what I tell ya
I breathe these tracks and I kill ya
Head's a trophy on my wall, I need some paraphernalia
It's Canada, don't forget it, the west side
No machine, but I've been butching 'em
Could easily rap with Grieselda
Leaving some cracks in your shell
But I don't know about crack or shells
Probably mention that's not really gangster, is it?
But the plan is this, I keep it real no matter what you thinking
I don't speak the slang, forgive this, if I'm talking gram, it's Insta
Did you need some damn convincing? I'm the realest in the business
All your stories fake, is it what it is or what it isn't?
I'm just itching for some disses, all these bitches on my hit list
I got legends on my phonebook, I don't need your fucking digits
On the beat, I'm something vicious, every track is insane
I want the pussy, private parties, pools, plaque, and a plane
Since I was born in '95, I'm only working for me
That'll be the only nine-to-five that is attached to my name
I got the city hating on me, yes, I know, I know
I got the pretty ladies on me, yes, I know, I know
It's getting hard to get them off me, yes, I know, I know
It's why I'm feeling they be salty, yes, I know, I know
I got the city hating on me, yes, I know, I know
I got the pretty ladies on me, yes, I know, I know
I got some demons that'll haunt me, yes, I know, I know
But I just learn from my mistakes and I grow, I grow