Just Lose It (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Got a type of flow that you can't resist
All that other sh*t is trash, so the fans are p*ssed
So answer this
Baby, why you stickin' around?
It's obvious you know that your man's a b*tch, but
I ain't here to pick apart a person
I pick apart a flow, then I put it into words and verses
Then I serve that sh*t 'til it serve a purpose
f*ck your house, cars, chains, and your furs and purses
Truthfully I can't feel these rappers
Truthfully I might kill these rappers
Truthfully this ain't news to me
I just did it for the sport, so it still don't matter, but
Overall though, I'm a calm dude
'Til the mic on, then I turn to Tom Cruise in Top Gun
Man, you f*ckin' with the wrong dude
I really am 'boutta blow, it's just a long fuse, I got
A million other things on my mind now
I'm gettin' liquored up just to wind down
Is you really real? Guess we'll find out
Had a couple fans but they mine now, I'm
In this sh*t for the long haul
I get up even when I take a hard fall
Dog, you ain't even playin' and you still talk sh*t?
Goddamn, you remind me of LaVar Ball
Tryna do it bigger than the biggest, admitted, I kill it
Think it's evident that I ain't gettin' the quitters
So quit, it's just no sweat, I ain't sweatin' a critic
You silly, say I'm underrated, I ain't gettin' the credit I should be
Hm, I'm cool with that
Like Jay on The Blueprint, the ruler's back
Man, I seen her take di*k but she can't take a joke
Like, "Damn, baby girl, where your humor at?"
But I say it all lightly, slightly
So you don't have to smite me
I might be like, I might be right, I might be wrong
Let it all out when I write these songs
So just lose it, just lose it
I don't have to talk, I just prove it
'Cause my content's never diluted
Since a kid I've always drempt lucid, ayy
Always got a lot to say
Might f*ck around and call Dr. Dre
Shoot my shot like Dr. J
All these labels keep on callin' tryna talk to me
I hit the decline
Every time they hear a line, they wanna rewind
Man, I think I need a little more me time
Got your girl over here drinkin' cheap wine
While she keep on sayin' everything gon' be fine
I might have to break her off with a peace sign
I might have to send her home in a Nissan
Man, I got 'em hangin' onto, like, each line, to like, each line, ayy
Flow stay cold, never artificial
Unless you're talkin' art, then my art official
Quicker picker-upper, let it soak in
Tired hearin' 'bout all your b*tchin' and moanin'
These other rappers can't imagine this
The only time I'm comfortable I'm sleepin' on my Tempur-Pedic mattress
Come near me and I'm hazardous
My flow is half the reason half these rappin' motherf*ckers ever can't exist
Gone
[Outro]
Woo