Fat head long neck wide chest No class Claiming I'm a fake nigga Man I got you ass Always running yo mouth like you ready to fight Man I'm waiting in the ring gloves up and its fight night Look I know where I'm going And I'm not moving slowly I'm the hare in this race The tortoise jumped by my homies I guess he ain't get the memo He ain't stay on the tempo I'm just keeping it real Man y'all niggas is mental. Y'all steady calling it swag Got ya pants on ass Boy you know that means. You bend it over real fast. You said you do it money Hustle hard for the twenty Then wake up in the morning Then buy a nic Wit that twenty Boy ya man's is a stain And you think it's a game You said you stay with a burner But you can't handle the flame Man I swear y'all insane You merch ya got own style But all you niggas the same why don't you stay in your lane