Who the hell does he think he is?
Telling us how we sposed' to live
Telling me how to raise my kid
He judging us and I hate this shit
He don't know what I came up with
I'm 22 and my kid is 6
And he think cuz he aint got no chicks
He's better than me? That dude is sick
Tryna tell me how to succeed?
That's that stuff that do not need,
See I'm a different type of breed
Hold up let me hit this weed,
See I raise my seed
I put them shoes up on his feet
And I'm the one that buys food to eat
See i be up in streets,
Hustling and tryna push this tree
Moving kush and that sour D
Better pay than that hourly
Easier than a salary
In these streets I got power see
I'm a G and I'm proud to Be
Before cannabis clubs dog,
All these potheads surrounded me
And Avery think he can frown at me
From his pedestal he look down on me
See I ain't have both parents like him
It was my brother my mom and me,
Been that way since I was 3
He been spoiled and so lucky
He ain't never had to bust no heat
He's 20 something and ain't touch no Keys
He prolly mad cuz my girl fly
And his girl fake like Manti
He better stop worrying bout my life and Fix the trunk on his Hyundai aa
That's how I know he broke, Im bout my green like popeye
That's from work that's up on my stove, I ain't talking no pot pie

I'm a do me, and you can do you
Don't worry bout me cuz I worried bout you
They talking they talking
I'm a Christian ain't a secret,
They prolly think I'm preaching
Don't listen to my music If you think that you don't need it
They talking They they Talking

Yeah i feel you bro,
I can't stand him and his righteous flow
See man I'm a rapper too,
I be making all types of Dough
I be buying all types of clothes
laying down with all types of hoes
Rocking out at all types of shows
They loving me on that microphone
They just in to that party rap
I fill that roll so perfectly
Got a cup full of that purple drink
and a blunt filled with that purple weed
He tryna rap like lupe, I be rapping like Gucci
He tryna be like God or something, Im just tryna be tunechi
I take what I hear on the radio, imitate that, And get groupies
Matter fact you should try it too, It's easy as 1 2 3
I used to rap about booty, And late nights with these hoochies
But ever since I heard drake, I been singing like ooohwweeee
But Avery he aint even got no fans though
And He ain't even got no kinda cash flow
I'm telling you that conscious spit trash bro
Ain't nobody tryna hear that when they're smashed bro
You can take that garbage back to church
Let the professionals get back to work
Don't quit you're day job,
Just Stick to being a manager
He loser bro, At work is the only time he a boss
He be praying to the cross, He should start praying for bars
You only live only, He trying live for a cause
That dude is stupid, I'm tryna live for these broads