I've been tall, dark and handsome since I was seven years old
I'm pretentious and selfish, my heart is always so cold
They wish that they had my recipe, so they copied the mold
Their shit plated in nickel, my product is really that gold
I'm getting sick of this rapping shit, man it's feeling so played
Stuck in between being original and feeling so lame
I chop it up with Phi on the phone and he tells me the same
I said, "f*ck it, let's make an album and take over the game"
Never compromised, or picked a side, there ain't nothing I claim
Motherf*ckers can't tell me shit because I made my own lane
Throw strawberries in my lemonade and I call it champagne
91666 radio was for gold teeth and gold chains
I might f*ck around and harmonize, you can say that I sing
Motherf*ckers look at me funny cause I'm kind of insane
I tried to sympathize with the bullshit, but really I can't
Call me Ausquiat, check out the masterpieces that I paint