(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