Uh, this the type of sh** you should avoid if you could I always root for the villain, baby, surely I'm good Watching all of you n***as jump out the window with all that f** sh** You like Tre from “Boyz n the Hood” Met Gala, flyest, no I don't need a stylist My blood is deep rooted, Jimmy Fallon n***as scatter Success is overthinking sh** that really matters I get it rappers, a pound of beats and a pinch of talent Include your chain and your b**h, I, too, would be distracted Banana boat k**ers with 9 mil-ers to peel ya backwards Blazer on me like I'm into fashion Lesane Parish pa**ion Rappers die broke but know the fame's everlasting Clubber Lang, chain swing, I'm not the one to match with Love if you nasty Lady said she a sag, yes We savages, give the competition my a** to kiss You motherf**ers asked for this Smooth k**ers doing drive-bys to Maxwell hits “Pretty Wings” on that new car, the cla**ic sh** Bitter sweet I'm the perfect blend of cla** and savageness Just think, they used to laugh at Nick