V1- They’re all wannabe’s they all wanna be me. But yet no one can match me, you all act from jealousy. Step up to to the plate. Your not coming close to me or my energy. Y’all strike out like you missed on talent. Bring me evidence of you doing something. I don’t see nothing I observe the action. Maybe bring me some passion. Hook/chorus- y’all bring your energy I know where you come from. Lack of intergrity, no energy. But I can lie y’all have mad typing skills that have no chill but I already blew past you, like Martin short I already froze you. Flow too cold I put you in a trance I’ll ship you off the boat like trey lance. No one knows you. Go cry boo-hoo. V2 You’ll never match my passion. Observe my actions. You be stuck on replay like my extended play. I got more left, you’ll never see me emptying my tank unless I got someone to impress. No reason for the press, I’m not there yet. But I will press you to the ground because what goes up must come down. Hook/chorus- y’all bring your energy I know where you come from. Lack of intergrity, no energy. But y’all have mad skills that have no chill but I already blew past you, like Martin short I already froze you. Flow too cold I put you in a trance I’ll ship you off the boat like trey lance. No one knows you. Go cry boo-hoo.