Psalm One - Pommes Frites lyrics

If you put it in the grease You would float to the top with a little bit of heat and If you wanna real talk You can put on any beat and I'll make you look weak man Wanna get self-esteem Stop acting like a b**h when you claim you're not Wanna shine like me Then stop rapping like me since you claim you're hot Little people wanna try a giant But what's a drip to a fire hydrant Wanna change your flow and try my old style and try to deny it I don't hang with you vultures I know enough musicians And I don't need your suggestions b**h I know enough beauticians And everybody want the life style and everybody got a team I'm a just count your minutes, thirteen, fourteen And I'm a realist, one of the realest chicks you'll ever lift Like you broke your f**ing hands you played your wrist, plagiarist And I'll never doubt you for a second First things first let me check your G And looky here you just what I thought you another cool chaser; effin corny So I'll forget about about you, but you won't forget about me You just another small potato to me: pommes frites