I Can Tell

Ayy
 Shit gettin' real, yeah
 Voices in my head the devil tryna make a deal, yeah
 Angels on my right and I got demons to the left, yeah
 I'ma stand ten toes down nigga havin' no help, yeah
 It's a lot of rappers hatin' on me I can tell, yeah
 It's a lot of niggas want me dead but I ain't dead, yeah
 Glizzock in the building my nigga I know you smell me
 Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it
 On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business (Yeah)
 I get plenty (Guap)
 They askin' how it feel to be independent (Huh?)
 Bitch, that's a no-brainer I know you see it (Know you see it)
 I be ballin' on these niggas, they ain't got defense (Nah)
 Yeah, diamonds on my neck got your bitch seasick (Big rock)
 Yeah, and bitch, you know my name, you know I keep it (Big Glock)
 I just poured up a four in my Sprite remix (Remix)
 These niggas claim they drinkin' Act',
 Shit, they can keep it (Keep that shit)
 Yeah, Big Glock, he the shit,
 It ain't no secret (It ain't no secret, bitch)
 These niggas hate me, but they really wanna be me (Niggas wanna be me)
 I feel like MJ, I'm goin' for another three-peat
 Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm airborne, they can't see me
 Shit gettin' real, yeah
 Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah
 Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah
 I'ma stand ten toes down, nigga havin' no help, yeah
 It's a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah
 It's a lot of niggas want me dead, but I ain't dead, yeah
 Glizzock in the building, my nigga, I know you smell me
 Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it
 On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business
 Yeah, young rich nigga still chillin' in the trenches, yeah
 Told my gang this summer it's gon' be a killing, yeah
 I had to tell some fuck niggas keep they distance, yeah
 I had to tell my bitches they can keep they feelings, yeah, huh
 To theyself
 Bitch, I'm tryna keep, keep, keep gettin' wealthy
 I had to fall off the bitch 'cause she was too messy
 Yeah, I had to fall off the bitch 'cause she was too messy
 Yeah, I just can't stop flexin'
 I'm 'bout to put some yellow diamonds in a Skydweller
 Gettin' tired of all my foreign cars, might get a box Chevy
 Ayy, I just checked my bank account
 And this shit gettin' serious, serious
 Shit gettin' real, yeah
 Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah
 Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah
 I'ma stand ten toes down, nigga havin' no help, yeah
 It's a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah
 It's a lot of niggas want me dead, but I ain't dead, yeah
 Glizzock in the building, my nigga, I know you smell me
 Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it
 On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business