Dropout

[Verse]
I'm the don, King Kong, where Diddy at?
Used to be one for trap but I don't do shitty rap
I push the rumors aside, only for this I'ma die
I hit that bitch with a lie, but that be iffy rap
I only do it for money, let's be honest
What the fuck would you do for college?
Tuition like intuition, old friends meet new friends
And gossip bout some shit they heard when they was on my IG in they feelings
I don't even keep up with your music any more
Rapping fast like your mama forgot to close the door
Acting rich when the only thing you know about Dior
Is how to spell it, you'll never wear it
Enemies growing weary, they know that I'm on it, big facts
All this confidence got me contemplating the mismatch
Far as I'm concerned, it's over
I don't fuck with the cameras until the Canon got niggas frantic and pulling over
I'm the new Nat King Cole
Where my trio go?
Oh my god Yori, dios mío yo
I don't care bout them niggas, they want me dead
I got big fisher fish and plenty of friends that I don't see no mo'
I'm always working, where my break, where the weekend go?
These days, I'm a long way from sleeping home
I treat my girl like I treat my coffee
Cooled down, light with a couple of sugars, maybe a Sweet'N Low
Bounce to the sound, baby bou-bou-bounce
Should of thought about it before you hooked up with a dropout
Didn't think I'd end up in this spot
That's my pessimism trying to pair me up with them rappers who love a cop out
I don't think you even heard me on the worst date
Even on my worst days, I'm still in first place, uh
Even on my hurt days, I'm still at work, aye, uh
Only difference is I'm not around for nigga's birthdays