Ay they got nothing on me
Rappers posting like they know that they got something on me
I give them clout and they blow up now they are acting foney
People in my dm’s want to act just like they know me
Ay pants are sagging because my wallet in my pocket
Yuh
Stand on money now you see that I am taller
Talking on the internet I’m in Balenciaga
Best past me the mic Imma spit just like a llama
You is just a prototype and I’m the final product
Rhyme schemes are so dry that you are spitting out some sawdust
Rhyme schemes got me sleeping so I’m needing me some Starbucks
What’s this hoodlum doing just rapping bout some Prada
Feel like I just made a hundred grand
My routine is sleeping and waking up like the man
I’m still young and dumb babe you know i got a plan
Plan to make it with this music and buy a house right on the sand
And
I don’t plan to stop
Got to write this music
I’m going to prove my Opps
That I’m going to get out of this dumpster
And sit at the top
If these people want to stop me then they can kick rocks
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