Music: Michael A. Elizondo/Scott Spencer Storch/Andre Romelle Young/Eve Jeffers
Shhh, yo, yo
Ay yo
Drop your glasses, shake your uh
Face screwed up like you havin' hot flashes
Which one, pick one, this one, classic
Red from blonde, yeah, I'm drastic
Why this? Why that? Lips stop askin'
Listen to me baby, relax and start passin'
Expressway, hair back, weavin' through the traffic
This one strong, should be labeled as a hazard
Some of y'all rapper's hot, psych, I'm gassin'
Clowns, I spot 'em and I can't stop laughin'
Easy come, easy go, Eve gon' be lastin'
Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic
Some of y'all ain't writin' well, too concerned with fashion
None of you ain't Giselle, cat walk and imagine
A lot of y'all Hollywood, drama, casted
Cut chick, camera off, real shit, blast it
If I had to give you more, it's only been a year
Now I've got my foot through the door and I ain't goin' nowhere
It took awhile to get me here and I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good in your ear, now let me blow your mind
They wanna bank up, crank up, make speakers weak
Shank up, haters wanna come after me
You ain't a gangster, prankster, too much to eat
Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me
Ay yo
Now why you grittin' your teeth?
Frustration, baby, you got to breathe
Take a lot more than you to get rid of me
You see I do what they can't do, I just do me
Ain't no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see
Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe
Uh huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines
Love for my wordplay that's hard to find
Sophomore, I ain't scared, one of a kind
All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine
Eyes bloodshot, stressin', chills up your spine, huh
Sick to your stomach, wishin' I wrote your rhymes
If I had to give you more, it's only been a year
Now I've got my foot through the door and I ain't goin' nowhere
It took awhile to get me here and I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good in your ear, now let me blow your mind