[verse]I hit the glass ceiling so many times that my roof bloodyThrowing tiles at the kids that was saying I look funnyActin like coops dummy I tell em to crack a smile &Stomp your teeth into the dirt til your gums and my shoes muddyThey say karma is a bitch but at least she gon call backKeep giving these clowns headroom no wonder it’s all capAy maybe I ain’t shit, but maybe I’m all thatYou could stay and find out but they yelling out fall backFuck that shit upDon’t get blood on my shirt, this shit cost $30Suits try press but ain’t fooling shit with them dirty collarsWhite and nerdy but girlies be dropping flirty offersHeard I got that donkey they wanting them Eddie Murphy problemsStrangle hold on the game I strike a chordMake em swallow they pride, keep squeezing til they got no voiceI’ma sound off til the rest making no noiseSonnin rappers just to kill em off later I’m pro choiceSo wrap it up for I drop the sonics and send in the knucklesI’m running rings round your circle you see my shadow it’s troubleToo many miles between us I turn the venue to rubbleSo tell me who got the problem?[verse 2]I’ma get rich enough to have someone sort my fruit loops intoSeperate coloursSteak medium rare, bars raw, my life well doneDrip got her in a puddle like bitch your welcomeMake a milli off these beats if I ever sell oneBully to these lil simps haha I’m NelsonHawaiin shirt and a 7/11 slurpee working 24/7To skip on the 9-5, I’m alive I’m aliveGame sleeping the whole drive, Hurt your pride?Nah It’s cool I’ll wake you when we arriveI’m tip toeing to top tier in the moonlightThrowing actual rappers in a food fightTold me she was single now you gotta get a new wifeMy bad homie probably have her back in a few nightsSee I’m the type to shoot first then ask the dead bodies a questionI’m the guy the super villains hire for protectionCharles in charge sending the principle to detentionNever stuck i could out manoeuvre my own reflectionMore chill then a bean bag in a freeze labGot not time for all them drugs though, go to rehabI could out pace Muhammid Ali on a speed bagSaying i’m it, guess i’ve been taggedYeah the chase on, better lace up when i speed pastI’m sayin yeah look at me now
