[Verse 1: Andre Frost]
Those who claim to be the center
Really didn't make it
[?]
No I wouldn't ever fake it
Coins be changing like the weather and whether you admit it
Every minute pa**es and b**hes get they life finished
I guess I'm off, and they tryna cross me like a T
The truth
I got up, and went and see
If I'm not buzzing then it wasn't meant to be
It's a dozen yung cuz's, all following the C
Could a role model stop 'em from Crippin'?
I talk grown sometimes, sh** I'm tripping
If I f** up I said I've been sipping [?]
Who even knows the real
I guess I'm kidding
So much jealousy in this game
I swear I'm not a wannabee
Just asking for a spot
I'm the proof like geometry
Honestly, what's the definition of success?
You can't find the keys, how you claim to be the best?
We all gon' take advice from a big-bellied dude
With $5,000 shoes and a car with no roof
And the youth gonna say
We're not dumb or stupid
Guys be saving hoes[?], shooting arrows like Cupid
Not in the booth tryna copy like you did
I've been dreaming and the dreams seem lucid
Skin whiter than some pages on a book
After this drop, a few people gon' be shook
And I'm ghost