Get out my way
Get out my way
I'm living that fantasy life
You bitches to me are like lamb over rice
That means that I don't really need it, but sometimes I eat it because imma come with a price
Making this shit look so simple because I'm different mothaf*cking stereotype
You bitches to me aren't anything
Always trynna play the pretty game
Get the shit outta here f*ck all the fake shit and go and join em with the fendi gang
Everyone think they the king
Y'all acting so tough with a four so give the mic cause I got me a sixth ring
I am the greatest to ever do it so stop pretending with the sleeping
You think you a difference maker
Cooking you up like I knew the baker
Seeing the red like you Budda Baker
Taking your life like I knew the maker
Dumbest bitches are the biggest fakes
Mixing you up like a lemonade
Been doing this shit since the 9th grade
Everybody trynna get paid
Thinking they tough with the gang gang
Everyone saying the same thing
Saying I come from a nut house
Everyone dissing and fighting to me you a cut out
Y'all bitches are polar so I will not chill out
This is exactly what everyone saying I take to the grave I ain't saying no names
If there's ever a problem I solve it with hands
And I don't give a damn if you say you a man
I'm a man of my word and my word is to f*cking murder every rapper who thinking they better than me
Imma be planting my seed
Burning you bitches to 4th degree you be staying ignoring me
Ignoring the shit that I'm saying, but imma just spit the facts
Nobody ever wanna clap back
Spinning your head like the mad hatter
Doesn't get better
I'm the best ever
You dress better, but I rap better
Imma get the feta
Running this shit so consecutively
I be all in the building just hitting the trees
While you paying the fees I be getting degrees into schooling you
You look like a fool with the awe on your face
I said what I needed to f*ck all the fake shit
I'm getting the chip and we out
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Get out my way
Get out my way
I'm living that fantasy life
You bitches to me are like lamb over rice
That means that I don't really need it, but sometimes I eat it because imma come with a price
Making this shit look so simple because I'm different mothaf*cking stereotype
You bitches to me aren't anything
Always trynna play the pretty game
Get the shit outta here f*ck all the fake shit and go and join em with the fendi gang
Everyone think they the king
Y'all acting so tough with a four so give the mic cause I got me a sixth ring
I am the greatest to ever do it so stop pretending with the sleeping
You think you a difference maker
Cooking you up like I knew the baker
Seeing the red like you Budda Baker
Taking your life like I knew the maker
Dumbest bitches are the biggest fakes
Mixing you up like a lemonade
Been doing this shit since the 9th grade
Everybody trynna get paid
Thinking they tough with the gang gang
Everyone saying the same thing
Saying I come from a nut house
Everyone dissing and fighting to me you a cut out
Y'all bitches are polar so I will not chill out
This is exactly what everyone saying I take to the grave I ain't saying no names
If there's ever a problem I solve it with hands
And I don't give a damn if you say you a man
I'm a man of my word and my word is to f*cking murder every rapper who thinking they better than me
Imma be planting my seed
Burning you bitches to 4th degree you be staying ignoring me
Ignoring the shit that I'm saying, but imma just spit the facts
Nobody ever wanna clap back
Spinning your head like the mad hatter
Doesn't get better
I'm the best ever
You dress better, but I rap better
Imma get the feta
Running this shit so consecutively
I be all in the building just hitting the trees
While you paying the fees I be getting degrees into schooling you
You look like a fool with the awe on your face
I said what I needed to f*ck all the fake shit
I'm getting the chip and we out
Get out my way
I'm living that fantasy life
You bitches to me are like lamb over rice
That means that I don't really need it, but sometimes I eat it because imma come with a price
Making this shit look so simple because I'm different mothaf*cking stereotype
You bitches to me aren't anything
Always trynna play the pretty game
Get the shit outta here f*ck all the fake shit and go and join em with the fendi gang
Everyone think they the king
Y'all acting so tough with a four so give the mic cause I got me a sixth ring
I am the greatest to ever do it so stop pretending with the sleeping
You think you a difference maker
Cooking you up like I knew the baker
Seeing the red like you Budda Baker
Taking your life like I knew the maker
Dumbest bitches are the biggest fakes
Mixing you up like a lemonade
Been doing this shit since the 9th grade
Everybody trynna get paid
Thinking they tough with the gang gang
Everyone saying the same thing
Saying I come from a nut house
Everyone dissing and fighting to me you a cut out
Y'all bitches are polar so I will not chill out
This is exactly what everyone saying I take to the grave I ain't saying no names
If there's ever a problem I solve it with hands
And I don't give a damn if you say you a man
I'm a man of my word and my word is to f*cking murder every rapper who thinking they better than me
Imma be planting my seed
Burning you bitches to 4th degree you be staying ignoring me
Ignoring the shit that I'm saying, but imma just spit the facts
Nobody ever wanna clap back
Spinning your head like the mad hatter
Doesn't get better
I'm the best ever
You dress better, but I rap better
Imma get the feta
Running this shit so consecutively
I be all in the building just hitting the trees
While you paying the fees I be getting degrees into schooling you
You look like a fool with the awe on your face
I said what I needed to f*ck all the fake shit
I'm getting the chip and we out
Writer: Angelo Parisi
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