I'mma a boss with it, authentic, all y'all frauds better
Quit with the trash talk before you get tossed in it
Y'all tripping, bar ripping, y'all sipping too much, right to the palms, dripping
Lost in it, thoughts different, you don't want no drama? Then don't get involved in it
I'm in a whole different head space, you making money? Well that's great
I got no interest in talking to people that I know are too faced, too fake, get outta my face, woo
What are you doing in my lane? There's already too many rappers
I'm sick of the traffic and I ain't got no brakes
I already passed you, you don't like what I'm doing, who asked you?
You got into music cause you think it's fun, man I'm doing this cause I have to
It's real music, chills to it, feel through it, real stupid
Skills truest, quit moving, woo, if I say something, I will do it, yeah
I used to dream of these moments
I'm living 'em now
Look up to heaven like mama you proud?
I'm on my way to New Zealand, I'm up in the clouds, dang
I mean who woulda known this, who woulda known this
This industry never told me I was welcome
I went to the house in the back
And broke in then told 'em that I would be back
Flat line, all of your whack rhymes, that's mine
Might get away from it boy MM LP, I'm the bad guy, the last time
I have been taking it easy, the game's mine, fame why?
I don't care about none of that, I'm just speaking the trashlines
I grew up on Eminem, now look where the game's at
Lame raps, Hollywood fame acts, I'm sick of the same trash
I got no blunt in my mouth but give me a beat, I'mma blaze that, woo
Give me a beat, I'mma blaze that, you and me ain't in the same class
You and me ain't on the same row, music has always been my home
I used to call up some people that won't call me back, now they blowing up my phone, woo
Ain't it funny how that works? Mad perks, killing the record
Got on my black shirt, I'm jealous, in love with the music don't never come near her
I ain't from around here, how you let me run it down here?
If that isn't bothering none of you rappers then what are yall doing out here?
It was like music to my ears, might never make it, I don't care
Drake, I love what you doing but call up the game and tell 'em that I'm here, yeah
I like that, might snap, I laugh, y'all better surrender and get out your white flags
And cancel your flight plans, your career isn't taking off
You sound like a hype man, hit you with the mic stand
And they ask what the hype's 'bout, come and find out, I mean, where is you clowns at?
I been training, pen game is insane, I'm done playing
This music is ground breaking, lung shaking, done waiting
Y'all taking my patience, quit faking, y'all hating, it's crazy I mean you know what my name is, rhyme slayer, stop Nathan woo
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Songwriter(s): Nate Feuerstein, Blake Hubbard, Jarrod Ingram Record Label(s): 2016 Capitol CMG Label Group Official lyrics by