So What!

Like Bobby Whitney this shit so dope it'll leave you sickly
I'm kind of picky, bout what I eat and the chicks that's wit me
Well... wouldn't that be a flex
If Tom Brady chose his number just to show y'all who had next
Came up from a rookie but now ima true vet
Fit me for my golden jacket and never sleep on my rep
Bitch I'm nasty like you got yo first pimple
But these refs be violating always call double dribble
So my focus is the lines when I'm writing these scribbles
Wait, I'm typing a memo
Of incidentals, and problems I'm bout to cause

Guarantee you ain't seen nothing this hard, since 91
Swear rap used to be fun, now I just get irritated
Scratching my fucking head like how the fuck you niggas make it
No hating, just amazement
Just know if I get desperate then I'm also gon get dangerous
You gotta run the race, can't be worried about no placement
Banging wit progression, my enemy is complacence
So ima take my shot and bet not see nobody chasing
What I spit deadly they like what yo bars laced wit
Boy this shit been brewing since my family jumped the hate ship



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Writer(s): Andra Windom
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