SONGS ABOUT YOU

Look, listen
 I met Hov last week, that shit was hella cool
 Diddy introduced me as best of the new school
 I'm not too shabby for an Alabama bitch
 Fuck gettin' rich
 I got respect from heavy hitters and did it without a disc
 And now I, came to deliver
 I'm off of Twitter
 And in your speakers we gon' see who really fuckin' with her
 Man I can't wait to see the jaws drop
 Collectively when these songs drop
 Notorious with the artpop, one hell of a picture
 And I know, ain't got no hourglass figure
 But I can get smaller while my pockets gettin' bigger
 They worried 'bout me and not who out with they nigga
 They break they own heart and now they windin' up bitter
 And now they start projecting all they clouds on me
 I guess it's fine to let 'em take it out on me
 Y'all do what you do, yeah
 'Cause I guess I write these songs about you
 ('Cause I guess I write these songs about you)
 Do-do-do, do
 And I'm havin' the time of my life, you gotta pay me to care
 Yeah-yeah, look
 And I anticipated this flight and now I'm up in the air
 The air, oh
 Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights and now they takin' me there
 Mmm, just let them talk, talk, talk
 Yeah, that seems fair
 Look, listen
 I ain't no average nigga, the pick of a litter
 I'd sooner have a hit, if my ass was a little bit bigger
 Sat back and watchin'
 Plottin' ways I can come and obliterate the whole game
 These bitches think that I'm playin'
 These bitches think that I'm playin'
 They doin' shit I ain't fonda, it's like my name isn't Jane
 I'm 22 makin' money, I feel too blessed to complain
 But I'm much better than the next man
 I'm married to the game, and I swear God has been the best, man
 I sound to fuckin' pressed, man
 Let's backtrack
 The accolades, I have that
 The pressure fuckin' stacked, at the weight of a gravel backpack
 And shit I wrote a month ago, outdated just like snapbacks
 And Seven told me if I want that body, I can snapback
 And gone attack rap and hit 'em so hard
 They wonder what happened
 No cappin', hoes lackin'
 I said it, what's crackin'?
 I set the precedent, at this point I'm your president
 Now, how you sick as me but come and function as the medecine?
 Say lightbulb, no Edison
 I fought hard, they let us in
 Competitive, I knock these bitches lights out like a sedative
 Your fave got hella hits
 But come in sixth for writers credited
 My lyrics come embedded
 I breathe and these niggas sweatin'
 Your favorite rapper no better, his favorite rapper OG (OG)
 My favorite rapper my brother, his favorite rapper is me
 You pay to get in and see us
 We paid and get in for free
 Bitch, I prayed on each of my visions
 Now everybody gon' see
 That I'm havin' the time of my life, you gotta pay me to care
 Yeah-yeah, look
 And I anticipated this flight and now I'm up in the air
 The air, oh
 Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights and now they takin' me there
 Mmm, just let them talk, talk, talk
 Yeah, that seems fair
 Say my intensity impractical
 My pen is tactical
 Yeah, I'm the actual
 I smack fire out these lists, like "Bitch, be rational"
 Professional truth-teller
 When I'm in the booth, I can make the roof swell up
 Top blown, no sloppy
 What I own, no copies exist
 They put that ice on they wrists
 I put that fire in these hits
 I put my trust in my God
 I'm not gon' fight with no bitch
 I'm not gon' argue no more
 Already know what it is
 I'm the better option
 A problem to coexist
 I been quietly gettin' tight, at this shit
 When I quit growin', I'll get tire of this shit
 When they start caring 'bout the likes and the clicks
 When they stop ridin' on dicks
 That's when I'll rise in that conversation like-
 I'm in your lady friends thighs
 Apologize if I'm talkin' shit, I earned it
 This industry shit, I kept low and learned it
 I claimed it then I affirmed
 My losses was always worth it
 My genius they never heard it
 My billboard a conversation
 My come up was picture perfect