Swear these bitches be trippin', hop off my dick,

Swear these bitches be trippin', hop off my dick, I got other things to do, ain't got time for that trick, Chasin' these dreams while they chasin' my fame, Niggas think they hard, but they all sound the same. Meet me in the ring, I’m the king of the block, Idolized by many, got 'em all in shock, They wanna be me, but they can't replicate, Flow so sick, man, I’m raisin’ the stakes. Talkin' big game, but they ain't got the heart, I’m the real deal, while they playin' a part, Flexin' on the gram, but they ain't got the clout, Step to me, boy, and I’ll show you what I’m about. Runnin' through these haters, I’m a beast on the grind, They follow my lead, but they fallin' behind, Ain't no competition, I'm the one they admire, Burnin' up the scene, man, I’m lit like a fire. Life’s a struggle, can’t trust no one, Look around, everybody fake, they just front, Got my back against the wall, I’m my own, Self-made grind, I built this on my own. Nights cold, heart froze, I can’t feel, Lost a couple homies, that’s the real deal, Every smile a disguise, they play the role, But I’m out here stacking, tryna reach my goal. (Verse 2) Countin’ up the paper, I’m in my zone, No handouts, I did it all alone, Keep my circle tight, only real in sight, Trust is earned, and I’m ready for the fight. Enemies lurkin’, but I stay aware, Keep it 100, no time for despair, Life's a game, but I’m playin’ to win, Self-made savage, let the real ones in.