 Man, I should pull up on her and tell her that I want her She smell her own, but that shit came from California I don't know how to sell it, I'll just use it Got a number, no I'm gon' lose it in a mix All these others who name I'm gon' get her confused No way for though, but it's true, I'm tryna get over my boots I ain't gonna bail, nevermind, I'll find somebody like you I'm the best off in my city, never got the credit, but that shit true Labels calling, tryna sign them on the line Fuck you, you know the numbers way too low Go try to pull that on the whole I learned nothing from niggas, pimpin', ain't can't get further, I know though I put on phalabama, man, all I pay to do it Say how niggas get axed out, but they find the axed out to get over This that real shit, you gon' feel this It's a field trip, even if you're white or you gon' like it Just a little bit, and I know I'm a little bit Closer than I used to be to making my dream a reality I've been grinding hard for years, blood, sweat, and tears Shed so many tears, this that clocking me You know I ain't no stoppin' me, I know that ain't watchin' me See how close they coppin' me, I know that you tryna be I know that you wanna be greater Hanging around, you tryna steal all my flavor Man, I'll give you some flavor Bruh, just know that you gon' owe me a favor I'm gon' deal with you later Cause you know I ain't givin' no faith, I do Flats on these niggas, I don't talk like I'm toe Hurt me, I can't let a bitch, bro, I feel like J-Bo Gave away all my feelings, not my heart turnin' cold I done figured out all the styles, I be tryin' out flows I'm thinkin' about poppin' up at all local shows And soon as they tell me I won, I just walk straight out the door Tryin' to prove I'm the best, I don't even care no more Competition ain't dead no more Just call my bros, they can say that they ain't fed no more Just got off the phone with good music, I'm a threat and they know And I was just biggin' up, never dissin' Made this track for whoever care to listen