Lyrics: Philippe Ekollo
Music: Clément Argentier/Sélim Mercan
Why is it hard to accept me
As the king of this shit evidently
We been telling these rappers they can’t lead
But they live in a lie, apparently
Please don’t question my temper
Me and you, different agendas
Birthing a lot of these members
Might as well question my gender
I know niggas that don’t be no gangstas
But they playing with keys like they Sampha
And some niggas that don’t got no gifts
But if they ain’t got it they finna rob Santa
We don’t want money for fashion, flexing
Dolphins talking investing in mansions
Ain’t got no masters, less I be owning my masters
Plus with a double R Phantom
Plenty niggas eyeing like we televised
Should get sanitized
(They be just) spreading lies all on me
If I just slide
Many woulda died
We ain’t telling lies (pow pow)
Ride or dies going off for me
Feel like a goat
Said this before (uh uh)
Put that on bro
Niggas switch sides and they lacking on both
They like the new me, I’m back with the old
Shit is too wavy I’m flowing for days
So many flows I might cop me a boat
Please do not sue me I’m doing my job
You might have to excuse me for all of the smoke (woah)
Go girl, shorty came thru with a choker
Spent 3 nights in a row cuz
These boys mad , they used to a « no, sir » yeah
I don’t see no nigga that can shake me that’s a fact
You ain’t seeing none of my niggas we know that’s a cap
Plenty niggas eyeing like we televised
Should get sanitized
(They be just) spreading lies all on me
If I just slide
Many woulda died
We ain’t telling lies (pow pow)
Ride or dies going off for me