[Verse]
I don't really care what you're rapping 'bout
I'll out-spit you, chew you up and spit you out
When I'm around it's open Bibles and shut mouths
I'm Rick James in this game, man. Forget your couch!
Have me on your track and be prepared to learn a lesson
Have me on your track and what we call that is a blessing
In the 405, I'm better than the rest of them
Even Heel Gang--it's nine tenths me and one tenths the rest of them
No offense to Shigo. I guess I'm on my ego
No offense to Bru Swain and Brandon B though
k** the beat and leave the finger prints like eating Cheetos
Only competition that I'm worried 'bout is me though!
Running through the O. Tell me that I'm good, boy, I already know
I hate to not be humble but the posers got to go
These rappers roadk**. Where the vultures and the crows?
Wasn't my city but I made it my city
Don't have to constantly drop tapes to make sure they don't forget me
Hip-hop in a 1D shirt. Kulprit on fleek
She bumps my old tapes like they came out this week
It'd be a different story if your boy only had the raps
But I make the instrumentals. Yeah you know I make the tracks
You tell me 'bout your song like, "Boy, that beat was cold."
How come they never say the same about your rhyme scheme though?
Whoah, whoah! He went there
Watching all these children. Yeah I'm Daddy Day Care
Whoever's at the top got knock when I came here
Your fans are my fans. I can't help that they stare
I been on my YouTube thing, get views game, send me your mixtape I'll review you thing
I like your project. Yeah, it's cute. Yeah, it's sweet
I'm still better than all the people I critique
I'm still better than all the people in my clique
That's why you want to collab just go ahead and admit
I hate stunting on my fam, but I'm sick of being quiet
I went into hiatus cause my crew was supposed to riot
Yeah you supposed to be them boys and have the city on the map
But I'm looking at the comments and they asking where I'm at
It ain't a diss track. Nah, dis fact. No worries cause nobody gonna say nothing back