[Intro]
Word Play, Saint Louis, I'm in the b*tch, what y'all talking 'bout
Word Play, Boomer Sooner, I'm in the b*tch, what y'all talking 'bout
Word Play, App State, I'm in the b*tch, what y'all talking 'bout
Word Play, LDV, I'm in the b*tch, what y'all talking 'bout
[Verse 1]
Three verses, three different topics of discussion
Look inside my brain your ass gon get a concussion
Arguing 'bout who the best out, stop the fussin'
We all know it's me, that n*gga Word Play straight bussin'
If I wasn't passionate about it, I wouldn't've f*cking switch schools
Don't you ever question my loyalty you little fool!
[Verse 2]
People screw me over like I'm from Home Depot
But I don't pay attention to you no more you getting repo'ed
Swear I knew this sh*t would happen like I'm Miss Cleo
Or like Raven Symone, spice my life up with some Mio
All this LK on me think I was a Latin King
But I be on my king sh*t and I'm Puerto Rican
Waiting for that real sh*t, no more little flings
No more nickname, like Last Queen
Could've sworn your ass was a sure thing
But I'm sleep, dedicated verses 'bout the whole thing
I was searching for real sh*t like I was using Bing
But I ain't searching no more, come to me if you're the real thing
LK, LDV, Swelly, and that Pu$haz Ink
Real n*ggas float, let them b*tch n*ggas sink
Yeen on the right path, make a left at the next exit
You'll see me on top wishing you ain't never told me bullsh*t
[Verse 3]
Writing all night sitting on the floor
Looking at my paper and my notes till my neck was sore
Trying new sh*t 'cause I like to explore
Fixing my flow 'cause imma blow like Macklemore
All the way from Napa Valley to the Eastern shore
Wanna do a song? We can do three more
And soon I'll be at the top looking down on y'all
I'm closing up shop, and I'm locking doors
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