shyea cocky son of a semi automatic what up your body language is too loud shut the fuck up so funny would everyone would try and run up i used to get laughed at for bein different now i get paid for it that s the come up i guess they used to yell over me now they say it under they breath you ain t impressin me you pressin your luck your luck is depressed some of my friends come for success don t even improve suckers just said they love me to death i ll see if that s true i m seein right through you demeanin my new tunes but streaming my youtube i shake my head and they bet they ain t hearing my loose screws talkin to myself you d think i m speakin on bluetooth you ll pretend no skills so you use your ego as your ornament such enormous heads that i can orbit them spend years lookin for that key to success but when they find it they realize that there ain t no fuckin door for them huh this is my shit hop up in the cockpit she wanna hit the tropics i might take her to boston tell her baby you know the rappers who act like the shit and the ones who are the shit well you ve met the hybrid goals rap goals who are you i don t know come up like you had been a friend to me you have to remember me my bad hashtag bad memory and i ain t changed shit the competition shall remain nameless cause i forget they fuckin names god dang they mad at my grind i laugh when they whine legends turn to olympic runners when they pass me the baton i catch it with pride i m the prime example of making an example out of your prime ask about me but when producers bring a track around me tell em i don t conversate with people who wanna work with me then brag without me cause i ain t satisfied until my dad livin like he cashed a bounty and my mom can t keep track of house keys 98 i came out of the box thinkin outside the box supply them with the tightest noose like how can i not i kill em kill em and what not fuck a god amongst humans i m the deicide amongst gods must watch i spit till my tongue drops and sprint till my lungs stop and live till the guns rappers on pedestals now i sit there and just watch i convince em that they re fly just so they jump off  that s that s goals rap goals who are you i don t know come up like you had been a friend to me you have to remember me my bad hashtag bad memory and i ain t changed shit the competition shall remain nameless cause i forget they fuckin names i stay at home and don t leave until i innovate and i come back the second i watch em imitate everyone is competition i ain t got no friend to make i ain t spazzin enough till their passion and love disintegrate i don t live by the rules kids comin through to kill all of you bing bada boom bitch none of you is excitin i hate artists who complicate their more than the ones who simplify it open your mind i don t see the grind you control your destiny when i m controlling the sky better hope you don t die i haven t smoked in three years and you blowin my high they say the grass is always greener on the other side i m bout to take a fence i hope they don t take offense i m about to change the world just to see the change in them but wait till they approach me like ah shit what was your name again goals rap goals who are you i don t know come up like you had been a friend to me you have to remember me my bad hashtag bad memory and i ain t changed shit the competition shall remain nameless cause i forget they fuckin names