Hook:
Tryna hate on me, boy try again
Think you greater than me, boy try again
I know you probably think you hotter than a frying pan
But I'm telling ya boy just try again

Tryna knock me down watch me bounce back
Boy your style goin dry like you hangin on a towel rack
But my guys know i never leave 'em hangin like a towel rack
Yeah i go crazy on the mic but never have i sold an ounce of crack

Sellin drugs for money, nah i aint like that buddy
I aint lookin for that fat stack money, enough to fill your back pack money

Im lookin to make a livin off what i do im like that buddy
So take a hike back buddy, i aint always sweet like that honey

Hook:

Alright let me get into serious bis
Imma show you what curious is
Why do i always see these delirious kids
Given props to garbage listenin to these lyrical pigs

Now dont get me wrong im not hatin on there success
Im just sayin they aint good like wheres the finesse
I do not understand how some of these rappers impress
When there are other cats like mineo, hopsin, and tech

I know a couple of those rappers arent the best influences
And you insist their are lyrics are nasty they make you blue and sick
But the truth is, they can rhyme, they can do it big
They crappin on these whack rappers like a poopin kid

Do i gotta prove how good i am alright here is some rhymin
Im climbin up the slope, goin diamond flyin by the gold
Why am i so dope, flyin way down the highway
Applyin the brakes, but I cant stop in time the save

The life of the beat as i descend onto each end
It cannot defend against or prevent
The event of the cement on the deep end
Ceasin its breathin after each sent

Ence.

Hook:

Are you ready Freddie, eddy, teddy, better hold I steady
It's already goin down to my belly, cause I ate the beat
I always say why you hatin me, why don't you love me like you datin me
But tbh you see I don't have enough fame to be hated on by these hating teens

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