Who said that they want it with me?
I’m right here like bring em’ on
Nobody f#ckin’ with me
‘Cause I break them down like decimals
Forget the competition, listen
Just like it’s a b#tch to call
I’m off the floor, back alive
This the last clip you saw
Bring that motherf#cking thing back!
You know what it is, Jamie
Dale
Who said that they want it with me?
I’m right here like bring em’ on
Nobody f#ckin’ with me
‘Cause I break them down like decimals
Forget the competition, listen
Just like it’s a b#tch to call
I’m off the floor, back alive
This thе last clip you saw
But the jig’s up, the game needs a fix-up
And I don’t need thе fame
I already get my dick sucked
Already have groupies, hoodies, to new v’s
Rap deals to movies, coochi to gucci
No longer say “excuse me”
‘Cause “Who’s he?” truthfully
I’m Roy at these balls
I’m the new form of sushi
A suit doesn’t suit me, nice jeans lose me
There’s always one b#tch in the group
Look at the foogies
I was never bougie but please introduce me
By my new name, Mr. I Don’t Need Jewelry
You ain’t gonna fool me or try to outcool me
‘Cause I can always do what you can’t do, I can do me
I can hit the drumboard, sitting out draw more
Think what I’m drawing for
I’m drawing out of carnival
Never tied, never sore
I’ve seen what you ain’t never saw
Knock it off, you feather-soft
You won’t get respect at all
Blowing out, check it off
Take em’ out, check it off
Any up, check it off
Now look at all the checks I scored
You don’t wanna see me in the alley or the valley
‘Cause I’ve been to both, been to ‘proach
‘Cause I’m known to sing for both
Also known to drink and smoke
Pull a chick and use a throw
Always use a rubber coke
But use it light without a note
You know I’m a f#ckin’ star and if you don’t
Well, now you know
I’mma take the top and it’s no b#tch
And that’s just how it goes
I’m cut from the different club
Different club then Asher Roth
Different club then Rick Ross
But somehow I just mix them all
Then I started thinking more
Thinking more ’bout the club
Like I ain’t come to clubs at all
The last lines cross em’ all
More like i’m cut from gold
Or this sh#t that Weezy sold
Oh, you say I’m cut from ice
‘Cause my flow is freezing cold
The truth always freezes
Though, i’m just trying to feed a hoe
You don’t need to ask sh#t
I’ll tell you what you need to know
I could do this all day
I could do this all day
I could do this all day
I could do this all day
I could do this all day
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