Champagne Poetry

They say that I ain’t top 5 in the Fort

But if we talking #s, I’m the top guy in the sport

Quarter million on a song and I ain’t dropping a chorus

So now that 100k you talking bout, not as important

With no features and no co-signs

They ain’t seeing #s, so now they tryna expose mine

Y’all boys still rapping bout fashion, man

Ya style washed up so I’m hanging you on this clothes-line

But I guess its nothing unusual

Stay up out my business unless it’s something to do with you

Only thing I’m seeing is blessing coming, its beautiful

But rocking all black cause I’m dressing up for your funeral

& this verse gon be inside your eulogy there

I’m running circles round these rappers, call it musical chairs

I keep a bad Puetro Rican with some beautiful hair

She tried to hide her love for me, but see, I knew it was there

You niggas better look around with them unusual stares

Or my hittas will have you seeking pharmaceutical care

We tryna boost the box office, not sit in a office box

So I can’t spend my life inside a cubical chair, yeah

 

We tryna boost the box office, you sit in the office box

But you know that coffin gon' cost a lot

 

Sorry, I sparked the pot and you know Ima show boat

These rappers wanna play dirty? I'll throw em a low blow

How you rapping fast but your music moving in slow-mo

While I'm still turning heads like the OVO logo, whoa

And I can't compete with amateur losers

Cause they feel me so much, that the deaf dance to my music

Don't sip Grey Goose but my plug Canada Goosin'

And he packing more grams than a Drake family reunion

Bar for bar, I'm the best and it's no debating

Claiming you the GOAT, but that's really an overstatement

They saying that I'm dope, but that's really and understatement

But me, I'd rather be overpaid than be underratted

Already graduated, I'm going to college. too

Now I'm feeling like Pac in his prime cause I got the juice

Claiming that you better but really ain't got the proof

You can't fool a lie detector but saying I'm not the truth