[Intro]
Ha, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm feelin’ like
They got sick and tired of me, bein' that n***a, right
I'm feelin’ like
She ain't really tired of me, she still came to spend the night
Yeah, she know the difference between me and all these n***as, right
Love to hear Tiller sing, but when she hurt/heard Tiller, right
Everything Tiller say
She said, "Damn, why you trippin' off, all these n***as anyway
All these n***as in the way?"
Call me whеn these n***as get thеir pants back
We can begin rap or we can pretend that
He never said that, he get his head back
He get his life spared, I'm tellin' these n***as I'm somethin' like nightmare, I'm
All in his conscious, you better watch this
Rappin’ like I’m in the '96, n***a, I promise
Cut off the nonsense, or
I’m comin' with my diss, I'm comin' with hot breeze
That’s when I rap for your main, send me your side bitch
Yeah, on some fly shit
I like to shine the crown before I close my eyelids
I'm around (Yeah)
If n***as want the smoke then I'm in, yeah
[Chorus / Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They don't want smoke with me, nah, ah
I tried to tell 'em that will never end well
They can tell I had enough (Yeah), I had enough (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Can't convince me that I am not the coldest
Matter fact, transcended that
Bitch, I feel frozen, I feel timeless
I feel like Boston, fuck bein' modest
From bein' honest
I hit n***as with silence and I'm still the hardest
Word to Pootie Tang, how this [?]
Need a Gucci bag to hold this garments (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck with you, just bet I won't regard it, bitch

[Outro]
Things get crazy, can't be lazy
Fuck you, pay me
If you got a problem with the shit that I'm sayin'
Just say my fuckin' name