Yeah, you got me
It's the cocky camel jockey
The Iraqi ASAP Rocky
Mr. Million Milwaukees, to be Giannis
I make sloppy money
Like a snobby Ashkenazi
On a yacht relaxing probably
Short khakis playing Yahtzee and
Shut your cameras off me, I be shooting paparazzi
Leave a pen around me leave an outline 'round your body
You the type to mock me, want smoke, and still copy
But it's nothing funny, no more jokes like Bill
You keep it inside, I know what you think
I'm thinking of you, but we ain't N-Sync
You say it's on sight, but we never link
I know how you feel, but I ain't gon' shrink
Sleepin' on me, you won't catch a wink
Best know your tone, and not waste your ink
Y'all acting foul, but I never brick
Y'all heating me up and I'm not even
Don't got a fever, just a hot temper
Ask for a feature, if you not clever
Cook with me, that's a lot of pressure
What I produce gon' come out fresher
Penn make magic money, I'm a bank Teller
Looks easy, ay Scarlet Letter
Kill you artists, I'm the shredder
What does that make you, if I'm the shepherd
I rock beef like I'm wearing leather
No dropping names, won't give the pleasure
If the shoe fits, you Cinderella
But to all rappers, this an open letter
Study my lyrics, you'll be rapping better
I want my lines read like a spell checker
Golden rule, don't forget it ever
If you good at something
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Yeah, you got me
It's the cocky camel jockey
The Iraqi ASAP Rocky
Mr. Million Milwaukees, to be Giannis
I make sloppy money
Like a snobby Ashkenazi
On a yacht relaxing probably
Short khakis playing Yahtzee and
Shut your cameras off me, I be shooting paparazzi
Leave a pen around me leave an outline 'round your body
You the type to mock me, want smoke, and still copy
But it's nothing funny, no more jokes like Bill
You keep it inside, I know what you think
I'm thinking of you, but we ain't N-Sync
You say it's on sight, but we never link
I know how you feel, but I ain't gon' shrink
Sleepin' on me, you won't catch a wink
Best know your tone, and not waste your ink
Y'all acting foul, but I never brick
Y'all heating me up and I'm not even
Don't got a fever, just a hot temper
Ask for a feature, if you not clever
Cook with me, that's a lot of pressure
What I produce gon' come out fresher
Penn make magic money, I'm a bank Teller
Looks easy, ay Scarlet Letter
Kill you artists, I'm the shredder
What does that make you, if I'm the shepherd
I rock beef like I'm wearing leather
No dropping names, won't give the pleasure
If the shoe fits, you Cinderella
But to all rappers, this an open letter
Study my lyrics, you'll be rapping better
I want my lines read like a spell checker
Golden rule, don't forget it ever
If you good at something
It's the cocky camel jockey
The Iraqi ASAP Rocky
Mr. Million Milwaukees, to be Giannis
I make sloppy money
Like a snobby Ashkenazi
On a yacht relaxing probably
Short khakis playing Yahtzee and
Shut your cameras off me, I be shooting paparazzi
Leave a pen around me leave an outline 'round your body
You the type to mock me, want smoke, and still copy
But it's nothing funny, no more jokes like Bill
You keep it inside, I know what you think
I'm thinking of you, but we ain't N-Sync
You say it's on sight, but we never link
I know how you feel, but I ain't gon' shrink
Sleepin' on me, you won't catch a wink
Best know your tone, and not waste your ink
Y'all acting foul, but I never brick
Y'all heating me up and I'm not even
Don't got a fever, just a hot temper
Ask for a feature, if you not clever
Cook with me, that's a lot of pressure
What I produce gon' come out fresher
Penn make magic money, I'm a bank Teller
Looks easy, ay Scarlet Letter
Kill you artists, I'm the shredder
What does that make you, if I'm the shepherd
I rock beef like I'm wearing leather
No dropping names, won't give the pleasure
If the shoe fits, you Cinderella
But to all rappers, this an open letter
Study my lyrics, you'll be rapping better
I want my lines read like a spell checker
Golden rule, don't forget it ever
If you good at something
Writer: Zayd Lahham
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