Haven't said a lot of things in my day I admit it but right now I'm gonna say I don't wanna to be fit in and don't wanna to be model Once I did it, was so awful, but it wasn't my intensions Just a fucking excuse, I refused I'm not fool, fuck the law and fuck the rules Man I used to risk it all, still ain't got that much to lose I've been eating but my plate's still too empty to be full Just in case, pass the rest, for your shame No more rest, fuck the game woo I got a couple of lyrics, you gotta a couple of autotune Fuck, as you got all in these lables I don't give a fuck to what I'm bout to do They're asking me why the fuck am I not mumbleling rap And I said I don't have any standard Cause I am my fucking standard, bitch I'ma stand up reckless My only advantage is whack to the baddest Though I gotta words to get in the way from the illest Fuck man I can be the illest, got in my time, now I can not be denied Bitch, I'm a quote but you can't get a line, I got em all in my mind Defy you to come in and find, fine Cops in the kitchen I'ma tell'em the knives ain't mine You gotta statement, you're hating cause prolly is mine Am I the only one giving away the disguise? Honestly won't sit if want to see made, I'm alive Breathing the air as the same as I die Got some polution in my mind Though I can fly, still I don't have any sign Ain't got no label to sign, fuck, I resign, now I got mine Made up a way to define, this is my bed so I finally lie Pitty for you guys inside, you're lacking experience and living a lie I might be a hypocrit living outside At least I'm not tryna hide, no more I won't say goodbye This is my life and all I can remember is pride You can get a status, so you get away that feeling You've been beaten on a competition And if I can not beat up I'ma be as fuck as humble Once upon a time I needed to be set up on the stage And now I got a space waiting for the copycats coming in a wave I'll send them all new tracks I might send them autographs, don't be upset I don't hate a good trap, I just hate bad Flops getting hits, so you need some dictionaries Sucking free now? Ain't no one paying your salaries? And I just wanted an excuse for getting the fuck out of hill Lyricism is whack now? Yall ill And I got enough punchlines left So yall feel the rage inside and all thril The real flops get out deal and real hits get up kneal And you got all the stages wooh, you got all the stages ya Bitch you got the fame wooh, I'm fucking your game hoe And you got all the stages wooh, you got all the stages ya Bitch you got the fame wooh, I'm fucking your game hoe And I'm just playing, you know I love you hahahaha