Listen, lies I was told, up to eleven years old, I Thought my step pop, what's my real pop
Whoa
Then how the f*ck does that go? Confused as a Teenager, got me wondering like
Are we one and the same, or are we nothing alike? Do I speak with his tone, or am I close to his
Height? Did he dribble and drive, or did he f*ck with The mic? Shit, time progresses
Gotta eliminate those stresses, nights is getting Longer, sleeps is getting restless
Tryna win a game with so many contestants, I took a Breath, then I took a step in
Shit I thought I was the best, then one best friend, my other niggas is gone
So I stay on my dolo, leave them other niggas alone, Love my home, but I'm tryna see some
Other shit, combine the knowledge that I'm coming With, Cali boy, but New York summer lit
Down to Maryland, moving like the government, Suit and tie, still looking like the brother
Man, men in black, still on my deep cover, man, shit They tryna put me under, man
So I would never expect niggas to understand, I had A baby with a crazy bitch, that wasn't a plan
Shit, like a final exam, I took my pen and my pad, got Right in the lap
Started swinging with the left, followed up with the jab
Pulling up in the cab, driving through Times Square, Got my bands in the back
Pull up in luxury spots, up on the ave, tell the driver To keep the change from the f*cking tab
I'm like McNabb with the quick pass, I tip passed on Your bitch ass, I hide the tree in my bitch
Bag, oh yo bitch bad, it's kinda looking like your Bitch trash, I appreciate the love
And the hate, that's how I'm able to look all these Fakes in they face, that's how I'm able
To elevate with such grace, that's how I'm able to Stack cake and touch states, stop playing with me
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Listen, lies I was told, up to eleven years old, I Thought my step pop, what's my real pop
Whoa
Then how the f*ck does that go? Confused as a Teenager, got me wondering like
Are we one and the same, or are we nothing alike? Do I speak with his tone, or am I close to his
Height? Did he dribble and drive, or did he f*ck with The mic? Shit, time progresses
Gotta eliminate those stresses, nights is getting Longer, sleeps is getting restless
Tryna win a game with so many contestants, I took a Breath, then I took a step in
Shit I thought I was the best, then one best friend, my other niggas is gone
So I stay on my dolo, leave them other niggas alone, Love my home, but I'm tryna see some
Other shit, combine the knowledge that I'm coming With, Cali boy, but New York summer lit
Down to Maryland, moving like the government, Suit and tie, still looking like the brother
Man, men in black, still on my deep cover, man, shit They tryna put me under, man
So I would never expect niggas to understand, I had A baby with a crazy bitch, that wasn't a plan
Shit, like a final exam, I took my pen and my pad, got Right in the lap
Started swinging with the left, followed up with the jab
Pulling up in the cab, driving through Times Square, Got my bands in the back
Pull up in luxury spots, up on the ave, tell the driver To keep the change from the f*cking tab
I'm like McNabb with the quick pass, I tip passed on Your bitch ass, I hide the tree in my bitch
Bag, oh yo bitch bad, it's kinda looking like your Bitch trash, I appreciate the love
And the hate, that's how I'm able to look all these Fakes in they face, that's how I'm able
To elevate with such grace, that's how I'm able to Stack cake and touch states, stop playing with me
Whoa
Then how the f*ck does that go? Confused as a Teenager, got me wondering like
Are we one and the same, or are we nothing alike? Do I speak with his tone, or am I close to his
Height? Did he dribble and drive, or did he f*ck with The mic? Shit, time progresses
Gotta eliminate those stresses, nights is getting Longer, sleeps is getting restless
Tryna win a game with so many contestants, I took a Breath, then I took a step in
Shit I thought I was the best, then one best friend, my other niggas is gone
So I stay on my dolo, leave them other niggas alone, Love my home, but I'm tryna see some
Other shit, combine the knowledge that I'm coming With, Cali boy, but New York summer lit
Down to Maryland, moving like the government, Suit and tie, still looking like the brother
Man, men in black, still on my deep cover, man, shit They tryna put me under, man
So I would never expect niggas to understand, I had A baby with a crazy bitch, that wasn't a plan
Shit, like a final exam, I took my pen and my pad, got Right in the lap
Started swinging with the left, followed up with the jab
Pulling up in the cab, driving through Times Square, Got my bands in the back
Pull up in luxury spots, up on the ave, tell the driver To keep the change from the f*cking tab
I'm like McNabb with the quick pass, I tip passed on Your bitch ass, I hide the tree in my bitch
Bag, oh yo bitch bad, it's kinda looking like your Bitch trash, I appreciate the love
And the hate, that's how I'm able to look all these Fakes in they face, that's how I'm able
To elevate with such grace, that's how I'm able to Stack cake and touch states, stop playing with me
Writer: Robert Mcdonald
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