(Hook)
Im confident, f** all y'all haters
truk all y'all skaters, the swag is in layers (x4) (Verse)
Walking down the hallway
Thinking bout my ballplay
chatter bout the walkaway
all i hear is this and that
you are so this and wack
you are so this and bad
well if i am bad then you are noxious
take it to extreme ends
spit in my face and say i am artless
y'all depreciating my every sharpness
and regardless of my targets
I realize y'all is harmless
we're swinging bats and y'all is armless
and at the god damn end of the day
y'all gotta admit y'all got fondness
Dont missswing cuz thats a misplay
Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play