Stretch

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Hey don't take this personally
I'm just better than you (yeah yeah)

Look I been tryna snap on every beat that I touch
I got a problem with my passion cuz it's never enough
I got stupid ex bitches tryna give me a buzz
So every time I write about 'em it just gives me a rush (yeah yeah)
I don't gotta bring a hook cuz I just wanna be rapping
I got a habit of cashing these racks I'm rapidly stacking
Ain't no one could match it so
I'm happily passin ur favorite rapper
When I rap I put 'em all in they caskets
What a way to start but this is nothin I'm slacking
I'm after all of the people who said this shit wouldn't happen
Try to hit me up now you're the one I'm attacking
But I got people that could kill you leaving no way to track it, so
I'm sorry if I'm flexing just a bit, um
I'm not the type to talk about my shit, um
And I'd never let you in my fuckin' clique, you gon' switch
So maybe you should get up off my dick, um
Yeah you said you like me mad and I'm like "really tho?" (yeah yeah)
You don't even know my pain but you feel it tho (yeah yeah)
And these people gettin crazy let me give you an example
I just had to ask you all to leave my dick alone (yeah yeah)

Yeah maybe you should take it out yo throat for you choke
Stupid little bitch could never go where I go
You still go to target while I go for the throne
So now I know ya life's a fuckin joke
I would never let you in after everything you did
But for some reason always you be blowing up my shit
Now I got you blocked and I know it has you pissed
I deleted every photo or I cropped you out the pics (yeah yeah)

If we break it down then I'm the Créme de la Créme
And I won't ever take it back bitch I said what I said
If I got decapitated it's a head for a head
But that just means that the murderer ain't been where I been
So I guess that I'd be happy if they do it, yeah (yeah yeah)
Suicidal thoughts is so confusing, yeah (yeah yeah)
Every single day it's like I'm trapped inside my head
Only way to get away is if I shoot it
I don't got a gun but I'm bout ta go and cop three
When I pull the trigger it's gon' come at you at mach speed
Now I wonder who the fuck is gonna pop me
Just because I'm cocky and I say that I'm a top three
If you don't believe me you should see me in the streets
Matter fact, you should come and see me on the beat
It don't matter how you look at it I'm clearly elite
I'm a bass-banging sad-boy my style is unique (yeah yeah)

Talk about me nice and you better have respect
If McCoy gets offended he'll be coming for your neck
Mentally deranged, understatement at it's best
But I'm not afraid to say with my chest
Yeah, and lately I don't guess I just know my life's a mess
Cuz it's clear that my style isn't nothing like the rest
Put me in a box and they labeled it depressed
But, happiness for me is such a stretch
Yeah, uh, happiness for me is such a stretch
Yeah, uh, happiness for me is such a stretch
Yeah