ME (Freestyle)
I'm tryna be me, and these guys hate me
But it's cool, I don't mind it
If the shit gets sticky, I might go left
Get my ting on a Sunday and slap it
Why you come to my hood, you come to my ends
And you expect nothing happening
My mandem, they're insane
Sick in their brain, all we know is drilling and trapping
I got boys in a bando, and I didn't see them in 24 weeks
Me and bros collecting the cash so quick
Like my name is "iShowSpeed"
Outside with a mask on my face
CTV
This ain't no stream, I don't wanna be seen
I want nothing to do with Metropolitan Police
If they talking bad, I'm doing them bad
Hit a bitch when they least expect it
These guys so down for some fame
I'm like, cool, you can have it
They hate my flow and style
This Jordan's rare, too sick when I'm stepping
I'm the kid that no one believe
Now they see me shining, they regretting it
What's the difference from you and me
I have to mention the fact you can rap like this
Never like me
Fake rappers is all I see
The amount of these guys jumping on drill is mad
Polluting the scene
All I hear is tough talk
But they really soft, I call them Ice Cream
I'm tryna be me, and these guys hate me
But it's cool, I don't mind it
If this shit gets sticky, I might go left
Get my ting on a Sunday and slap it
Why you come to my hood, you come to my ends
And you expect nothing happening
My mandem insane, sick in their brain
All we know is drilling and trapping
They want beef with me
I'm not holding back till I get that bitch
You can never stop this hustle
Word to my family, I'm gonna be rich
One day, or maybe another
G-Class parked in the driveway
That's word to my father
50K diamonds, that's for my mother
When I say things I don't play
Somebody tell me, how can I stop
If my sis don't have 100K in her safe
Even my bros get paid
If one day I have a son
He gonna be on top of this rap game
Put his name in a diamond chain
Be wise with your words
If you talk about me or you talk on my name
I'm chasing them three Ps
My favorite, the paper, I don't need to explain
Far ahead in this game
Flying on trends like I have a private plane
I'd rather go out and chase my dreams
Than rather sit on a bed and complain
But it's cool, I don't mind it
If the shit gets sticky, I might go left
Get my ting on a Sunday and slap it
Why you come to my hood, you come to my ends
And you expect nothing happening
My mandem, they're insane
Sick in their brain, all we know is drilling and trapping
I got boys in a bando, and I didn't see them in 24 weeks
Me and bros collecting the cash so quick
Like my name is "iShowSpeed"
Outside with a mask on my face
CTV
This ain't no stream, I don't wanna be seen
I want nothing to do with Metropolitan Police
If they talking bad, I'm doing them bad
Hit a bitch when they least expect it
These guys so down for some fame
I'm like, cool, you can have it
They hate my flow and style
This Jordan's rare, too sick when I'm stepping
I'm the kid that no one believe
Now they see me shining, they regretting it
What's the difference from you and me
I have to mention the fact you can rap like this
Never like me
Fake rappers is all I see
The amount of these guys jumping on drill is mad
Polluting the scene
All I hear is tough talk
But they really soft, I call them Ice Cream
I'm tryna be me, and these guys hate me
But it's cool, I don't mind it
If this shit gets sticky, I might go left
Get my ting on a Sunday and slap it
Why you come to my hood, you come to my ends
And you expect nothing happening
My mandem insane, sick in their brain
All we know is drilling and trapping
They want beef with me
I'm not holding back till I get that bitch
You can never stop this hustle
Word to my family, I'm gonna be rich
One day, or maybe another
G-Class parked in the driveway
That's word to my father
50K diamonds, that's for my mother
When I say things I don't play
Somebody tell me, how can I stop
If my sis don't have 100K in her safe
Even my bros get paid
If one day I have a son
He gonna be on top of this rap game
Put his name in a diamond chain
Be wise with your words
If you talk about me or you talk on my name
I'm chasing them three Ps
My favorite, the paper, I don't need to explain
Far ahead in this game
Flying on trends like I have a private plane
I'd rather go out and chase my dreams
Than rather sit on a bed and complain
Credits
Writer(s): Ervin Tota
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