[Verse: J4yDiZz1e]
Just give up theres no defeating me, Get up under that hoop and straight pass me a lob
You should'a known that J4yDiZz1e's a god, Me vs 3 now that evens the odds
Now the Odds are Even, Finna' have you leaking
On a foreign ship on my way to Venus
Now I'm in a beamer, do not call my phone cause I am high up on my special stress reliever
Got them things they beaming, and them things ain't legal, Have you reminiscing like on "Even Steven"
God I can't believe that, I have made it from the bottom to the top I guess I'm high achieving
Joe Taylor til I'm dead and gone, And the n*ggas there are gonna play my songs
All these pages in this books are rights and wrongs
And the others were attacks to stay on n*ggas backs
And constantly harass them like yo sh*t is whack
I'm taking n*ggas hoes, ain't giving these hoes back
These b*tches love me anyways they on my sack
In love with all the weed got monkeys on my back and WHOA
I feel like I have done just enough, cause I'm sick as f*ck
And I'm feeling like I gotta throw up, cause I poured up
Too much soda
Too much dirty sprite, That sh*t's a delight
I'ma creep up in the halls no question thief at night
Bout to f*ck ya b*tch too late I've done it twice
I'm laughing at you cause you kiss the b*tch I piped
I'm laughing at you now cause I have taken flight
You should tell me who can spit this sh*t as nice
Leave these n*ggas heads itching they got lice
Motherf*cker I'ma dog spark the light
f*ck ya f*cking problems n*gga I got plenty
Give no f*cks about fame I need benji's
Ferragamo Loafers match up with my Fendi
Life is a b*tch It sure ain't gon' forget me
I have done so much for these n*ggas here who don't give a f*ck
Saying that you're Icy b*tch it's luck
After this sh*t's done you know whats up
(Perfect)