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And shit I wrote a month ago, outdated just like snapbacks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