Yo, Thinkin' out loud
Where my baddest b**hes at? Let me hear you now
I ain't talking about the baby drama for the record
No beat up p**y game put Breezy on the record
Now and then JG Trigga go spit some sh**
Nowadays they say "Did you hear that sh**?"
How the f** can I if I ain't feeling it?
Y'all just dropping rhymes just for the hell of it
Still winning tho you copy my style
I ain't even bothered cause they know I'm loud
Number 1 dude with that million dollar sound
Gonna happen one day, you can't bring me down
You don't know my ethnic, just know I'm authentic
I'm the realest kid, all them hoes are tinted
Life can be hectic, make yourself the bestest
f** em backstabbers, they ain't on set b**h
Yo, I am a D-boy, not a Detroit player
f** you in a minute, my dick's mint flavor
Standing ovation y'all can thank me later
Got your man with a b**h in my foreign, blaze her