Ain't no half-stepping, fuck a semi tone, I got entry codes He call me BB like we're renting homes so I cuddle him and I send him home Don't start picturing me in wedding clothes, that's not real life Fuck your cartoons, that's a hentai joke I took a lot of L's in private, we don't mention those They had plans for me to lose my screws, I put a wrench in those We were at Henson, crew expensive in some Fendi clothes Labels taking months to respond and I'm taking mental notes You let me down, I thought we had a good thing You changing temperatures on me just like a mood ring In too deep like good D Get my paper and I proofread Stay out the tea, loose leaf It's all gravy, poutine Not hard to tell that I'm different Having heart to hearts with some of my competition Telling me they're not even close to me, got me trippin' I'm like, "Even if you know I'm better, don't admit it But you spitting, I'll admit it" Man, this business unforgiving Only on my knees when I'm snatching souls I was out at Capitol, pulled up in my average clothes Not even polished like they hit me with some acetone And the fans still buying me shots 'cause they glad I'm home Damn, you had your chance but you fumbled a ten Now I hug you from the side 'cause I'm fucking your friend We'll make a toast to you like butter and bread Then jam it up inside 'fore he tuck me in bed Fuck what you said It all moves so fast and we're barely blinking Me and the Quips were drinking Bumping our idols thinking and studying their moves Making music across from Lincoln Now I make dope with my teachers like Jesse Pinkman On the weekends Might get conceited They keep letting me skip the lines and the fees and the bills It always feels like Christmas time When the dreams get too real, I know I'ma miss the nights When we freed at Raf and Smyth's and couldn't afford The Nines And sometime they'll hang our jerseys up in the rafters Let's keep the party moving, where we pulling up after? He thinks he did me good, damn, I'm such a good actor They should put me in a cast like a fracture Let's cut the chatter, please It's starting to feel like overages While everybody wanna talk about their foreign whips At the party mooning someone's son like a solar eclipse I know he showed his friends my page like, "Bro, I swear she did" I got a standing ovation though Guess he got a girl, he ditched that, he came with though Everyone knows but her, he wants a replacement ho And nobody's being real to her like showing a vacant home Far as arrangements go, mine made for the top Everyone say their life is a movie 'cause their jewelry is just a prop Virgin ass fans, why y'all so mad at some W.A.P.? How long I gotta rap better than y'all and act like I'm not? Come on