[Verse]
I don't even like this rap thing
What's so fucking cool about being thirty and still trapping?
I don't even really live the road, 'cause I be capping
And if he talking down, I'll get somebody to come zap him
Somebody need to come combat him
I don't really talk about my problems, 'cause it's saddening
I'm about to fall, I really need padding
Somebody come and save me, 'cause I'm flapping
They're riding dick like it's a fucking bike, G
What's the point of tryna impress people that don't like me?
I come into the game and then I fucking kill it lightly
They ask me, "Oi, Blimeydog, why you so wise, G?"
And I've been hard since a YG
You might want a feature from Blimeydog, but it's pricey
Couple man just wanna beef, but they won't even fight me
Really kill the game without a pen, I do it wildly
And shoutout to my brother Tai
I have a couple people that in pen, a couple died
I don't even wanna keep going, you see my eyes?
Couple man are tryna make shit up all out of spite
'Cause I'm the best to ever touch the game
And I'm the best to ever let my music hit your brain
Every single song that you record, it always sounds the same
It's Blimeydog and all you other motherfuckers lame
And I would never switch up for the fame
If I had to die a couple times, I'd do it all again
If I don't make it in music, I guess I'm a lame
If you make music for the money, you should be ashamed