Complex
Who's gonna last in this shit
You came out last year, and we ain't heard from 'ya since
These niggas just in it, lack of passion for the hits
Wtf are you saying
Is it audible, my nig
Is it edible, 'ya dig
My plate real full
And I'm chomping on these niggas like I'm eating for two
Gotta swing my dick sometimes just to remind 'em who's who
Yeah, I'm the boss, the name's Complex
And I ain't ask for yours boo
I'm telling y'all that this the start
And nah, it ain't no finish
I'm showing y'all that this is my art, full gallery hitting
Make a million off a tape, guess I'm next in line
And it's 'gon feel real fucking good knowing that whole check mine
See I'm Hannah Montana to this MF game
Got my degree, I manage me
Then do my got damn thing
Say hold up
Woah-wah
Who this chick think she is
Well, I'm the big kid on the playground
You don't slide 'less I slid
You don't dive 'less I swim
You ain't live, bitch you dead
And if you ever get confused, listen up crystal clear
Bitch, I'm Complex
I wish you would try to check
Don't start no beef, I'd end w/ speed
Something like the snap of 'ya neck
Quick, fast and cool
That's what that one-hitta do
Looks ain't the only thing I got that knock your ass to a stool
Yeah, I'm the stool
I'm the shit and mad cool
That's why 'ya nigga wanna hang w/ me
When you bug-a-boo
And don't you call my phone complaining
'Cause 'ya nigga's lately hanging 'round w/ me
He ain't my steez, he just keep rolling up for free
Say hold up
Woah-wah
Who this chick think she is
Well, I'm the big kid on the playground
You don't slide 'less I slid
You don't dive 'less I swim
You ain't live, bitch you dead
And if you ever get confused, listen up crystal clear
Bitch, I'm Complex
And I don't like repeating myself
And I don't buy that shit that you sell
In two years, I'll have at least two awards on my shelf
In ten years I'm a walking, talking legend - that's wealth
I let this music rap for me ain't gotta do no talking
And once they hear the first verse then they give up trynna stop me
I'm not trynna overstep, bitch I'm making the boundaries
Better watch that fucking line, 'fore I cross 'em and dot 'em
Say hold up
Woah-wah
Who this chick think she is
Well, I'm the big kid on the playground
You don't slide 'less I slid
You don't dive 'less I swim
You ain't live, bitch you dead
And if you ever get confused, listen up crystal clear
Bitch, I'm Complex
You came out last year, and we ain't heard from 'ya since
These niggas just in it, lack of passion for the hits
Wtf are you saying
Is it audible, my nig
Is it edible, 'ya dig
My plate real full
And I'm chomping on these niggas like I'm eating for two
Gotta swing my dick sometimes just to remind 'em who's who
Yeah, I'm the boss, the name's Complex
And I ain't ask for yours boo
I'm telling y'all that this the start
And nah, it ain't no finish
I'm showing y'all that this is my art, full gallery hitting
Make a million off a tape, guess I'm next in line
And it's 'gon feel real fucking good knowing that whole check mine
See I'm Hannah Montana to this MF game
Got my degree, I manage me
Then do my got damn thing
Say hold up
Woah-wah
Who this chick think she is
Well, I'm the big kid on the playground
You don't slide 'less I slid
You don't dive 'less I swim
You ain't live, bitch you dead
And if you ever get confused, listen up crystal clear
Bitch, I'm Complex
I wish you would try to check
Don't start no beef, I'd end w/ speed
Something like the snap of 'ya neck
Quick, fast and cool
That's what that one-hitta do
Looks ain't the only thing I got that knock your ass to a stool
Yeah, I'm the stool
I'm the shit and mad cool
That's why 'ya nigga wanna hang w/ me
When you bug-a-boo
And don't you call my phone complaining
'Cause 'ya nigga's lately hanging 'round w/ me
He ain't my steez, he just keep rolling up for free
Say hold up
Woah-wah
Who this chick think she is
Well, I'm the big kid on the playground
You don't slide 'less I slid
You don't dive 'less I swim
You ain't live, bitch you dead
And if you ever get confused, listen up crystal clear
Bitch, I'm Complex
And I don't like repeating myself
And I don't buy that shit that you sell
In two years, I'll have at least two awards on my shelf
In ten years I'm a walking, talking legend - that's wealth
I let this music rap for me ain't gotta do no talking
And once they hear the first verse then they give up trynna stop me
I'm not trynna overstep, bitch I'm making the boundaries
Better watch that fucking line, 'fore I cross 'em and dot 'em
Say hold up
Woah-wah
Who this chick think she is
Well, I'm the big kid on the playground
You don't slide 'less I slid
You don't dive 'less I swim
You ain't live, bitch you dead
And if you ever get confused, listen up crystal clear
Bitch, I'm Complex
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Writer(s): Charlee Jones
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