that boy know he fake, but my songs be on replay.. he act like he dont like me but be all up in my face.. you cant knock me off my grind the way i stay up on my paste.. he keep talkin bout my shoes ... im like.. and, so what, okay, i clearly dont wanna talk to you, i been ignoring you allday.. im really bout to start pushing all them fake friends out my way, i'll smoke these niggas out and leave em in the ash tray.. if there aint no competiton .. get the freak up out my face. you really getting mad that you cant catch up to the g, and im never gone forget how you the size of a baby.. i controll my area so dont talk to me crazy.. you really got mad cause i was to talkin to some ladies.. the jelousy be there.. they just so afraid to tell me... and dont ask me if we cool cause thats not even a maybe.. how you be my dawg .. and the next you try to play me .. thats why i dont have friends .. and i been by myself lately