I was skipping gym class, I ain't want to play lacrosse
Now I'm onto better things
Give myself a round of applause
Call you Justise cause your wins low, get used to taking a loss
Y'all pockets on slim, mine on Rick Ross
Im making hits while you scrolling on your phone
Some people ain't meant for this type of life
That shit set in stone
You was on your knees begging her to throw a dog a bone
Fumbling with that bitch is just an alley-oop for me to slam it home
Missing all your shots, Jayson Tatum in the finals games
Boy you getting sent to the bench
You ain't playing a damn thing
You crossing the line if you say my shit is midrange
I ain't taking no two cents or pointers from a damn lame
Fake friends riding my wave tryna sink my ship
Real deadweight, throw em overboard cause they ain't shit
I know what I want, need, and what I deserve
If you ain't giving that to me best believe I'll kick you to the curb
Bitch it's lonely at the top
Bitch it's lonely being him
Don't be talking like we locked in, we farthest thing from twins
Since I got cash you been standing with your hands out
Like how you go from hating to now being f*cking fanned out?
Her ex man would crash out if he saw the bag I bought her
Know I made him pissed off, got his fist balled up like Arthur
These boys taking so many hits starting to think they canon fodder
Carrying all my own weight, I ain't need no f*cking spotter
Bitch
I am not Nintendo, ain't the type to switch
Just getting started
We all the way live like we streaming on Twitch
Way the money coming in they think I used a GTA glitch
Your talk is way too cheap for me
Come back when you rich
Shit