Off-season practicing, I'ma fill the stat sheet
Kill the competition on mic, peep the rap sheet
I'ma take the wheel now, y'all keep the backseat
I'ma be the boy with the bands, no backstreet
I think I'm in the pocket now, got it down
Some people really got around when I was out of town
I don't really got the time, I just jot it down
People begging me to sign up on the dotted now
That's a 180, feel like the one lately
I meet a lot of girls, and every one crazy
I meet a lot of rappers, a lot of 'em one lazy
I did a lot of shows, before one paid me
Don't owe you nothing, I know who made me
Still bump the yellow album when we get home safely
I ain't even been on
But my scrap pile better than the shit you been on lately, aw yeah
