'Bouta rock this shit while we are goin' out (goin' out okay)
'Bouta rock yo' shit so you is not around (not around okay)
I don't need to listen in to a bitch who want clout (who want clout okay)
I don't try to fit on in, I do things on my route (on my route okay okay okay)
I don't need yo' criticism cause you don't know shit (nah nah)
Look into my lyricism then you might notice (ya ya)
Telling me to tweak my shit, like just shut the fuck up (nah nah)
You is just a weak ol' bitch, like come pour up my cup (ya ya)
Swear to god, all those dummies piss me the fuck off (swear to swear to)
Swear to god, keep on running I want you all lost (swear to swear to)
Wit' yo squad, you can act like you some sort of boss (wit' ya wit' ya)
Wit' yo squad, they can let you take all of those shots (wit' ya wit' ya)
All I hear is a complaint that ain't inside yo' lane (nah nah)
Everyone just act the same, y'all fuckers are all plain (nah nah)
I could go off and list off all yo' fucking names (nah nah)
Can't even watch a friend win, what a fucking shame (uh uh)
Watch me, watch me, quit tryna dodge me (uhh)
My path, you're crossing, and my music, you done robbed it (uhh)
My passion, you guys keep ripping all of that away (uhh)
I'm not lasting, nah, not through another day
'Bouta rock this shit while we are goin' out (goin' out okay)
'Bouta rock yo' shit so you is not around (not around okay)
I don't need to listen in to a bitch who want clout (who want clout okay)
I don't try to fit on in, I do things on my route (on my route okay okay okay)
I don't need yo' criticism cause you don't know shit (nah nah)
Look into my lyricism then you might notice (ya ya)
Telling me to tweak my shit, like just shut the fuck up (nah nah)
You is just a weak ol' bitch, like come pour up my cup (ya ya)
Swear to god, all those dummies piss me the fuck off (swear to swear to)
Swear to god, keep on running I want you all lost (swear to swear to)
Wit' yo squad, you can act like you some sort of boss (wit' ya wit' ya)
Wit' yo squad, they can let you take all of those shots (wit' ya wit' ya)
All I hear is a complaint that ain't inside yo' lane (nah nah)
Everyone just act the same, y'all fuckers are all plain (nah nah)
I could go off and list off all yo' fucking names (nah nah)
Can't even watch a friend win, what a fucking shame (uh uh)
Watch me, watch me, quit tryna dodge me (uhh)
My path, you're crossing, and my music, you done robbed it (uhh)
My passion, you guys keep ripping all of that away (uhh)
I'm not lasting, nah, not through another day