Southside (17:49)

Tell me why the fuck u still debating whos the champ Took the belt away from him I took it then I ran Surnames not da vinci but u catch me if u can Born to be a star oh yeah i put that on my dad Verse Before i rap i need a laptop and i need a booth Now with this rap fame app rap all the time i got no excuse Gotta ask ye how to move Wanna be a billionaire too Gotta ask drake how to move I want the best streaming sales too I read the competition rules I may not diss the competion I gave past winners a listen I realised i aint got no competion Thats not a poke Thats a fact Imagine going broke tryna rap Imagine being just like me with a flow like this And a beat that was made for trap Money over everything nah i cant agree Maybe when i reach the top jump over this rappers Gotta find me a trampoline This is that creed shit This is that i wont punch back untill i bleed shit Micheal b shit Say my name do it twice Make it rain on my life Play my song on a plane Now my raps taking flight I dont care where we land I just care that we took off Not from the ghetto but im tryna be A hood star When you got heroes from brooklyn And a role model from detroit I never been to brooklyn but im screaming brooklyn and detroit Im from a place called africa And i may not be black enough But when it comes to rhymes i took my time Some may even say i studied way too much U must Just accept that im too much Turn these emcees straight into dust The topic of this verse suppose to be champ So i think that im way off Nah im not Cause if the topic is champ Then this whole fucking song is about me Cant even see this rap game move forward without me Im bleeding bars evertime i cry u just see rap pouring from out me go ask ur daughters about me By bars is flawless how’d he How’d he is all they ask Hows he fucking rap so gorgeous