Look I'm not the greatest, I'm not the best I'm no superman, S on my chest I ain't make you mad so why you all pressed you catchin every word like you writing the press you aint got no man's why you tryna impress you tryna catch a nigga with that gucci tight dress if you commin home tonight, you finna undress Imma kiss on your lips, biting off all that stress Imma shy nigga tryna act all depressed but when you come around, girl I gotta confess bitch you a thief, sign you up for arrest sleepin on my shoulder, bet im glad you aint dying yet