Bacharach Forever

You know what I am and you ain't this I don't aim and everything swish Is that why they hate that we lit Is that why they bait that lil' bit I got more than what's on the hook I got more than what's on them books I got more than just the looks She swear the same bout herself Cool James make them melt Got her playin' with herself But I came for the belt I can't share with no one else You think all that time you spent in your feelings You would've made somethin' we felt Oh, you is a star and your life is a movie Is that why you playin' yourself Sharp wit think of more Soft touch, finger roll Swag swag, he en vogue God had to break the mold Let the stars and the planets know I am not meant for the minimal Ten of cups, ten of pinnacles I am not far from the pinnacle, bitch It's my time Yeah, you got the right time You see once them lights on me I shine like a skyline I beat it like left, right I never been left, right Them boys get mad at me Then wife up my left swipes Motherfuck a boss, I ain't on no clock Lil' mama tryna fuck a boss She ain't on no clock Yeah, yeah, yeah Once I'm on a roll, I ain't known to stop I flash and flex, I hit that pose And all the bitches drop Cause I got the juice I got the goose I got the cuervo, we gettin' loose Said I got the juice Don't introduce She gon' go A-wall, she gon' get loose Yeah, ah shit, I'm inspired Heatin' up, bout to catch fire Y'all can't handle me when I force the shit Y'all might as well retire Swear I'm Anakin with the force and shit Right before the dark side Or call me Obi-Wan, I'm the only one score every time to kick it Where the goalie gone Play your position, I'm fieldin' I don't fantasize, she feel it I spit dope and dealt it Put green on a bird, no Celtic Hear me on a verse it's melted Your group is sweet, squares fail us Yall waffle no Belgium, eat them I'm belching I had the juice since welch's Ah, young man Eatin' a chick using one hand like Ah, yummy And she finished first, no contest I beat that thing up for contact Blow on her face and her contacts Save me as the one in her contacts I knew it was my night since sunset, boy Ain't no one stoppin' me, shit They can't even copy me Cause you gon' have to be able to really rap if you gon' copy me I swear to God, y'all just the artists they settle for Till they hear me and think, what we settle for Plus I got the looks that you edit for I mean literally, really no metaphor Motherfuck a boss, I ain't on no clock Lil' mama tryna fuck a boss She ain't on no clock Yeah, yeah, yeah Once I'm on a roll I ain't known to stop I flash and flex, I hit that pose and all the bitches drop Cause I got the juice, I got the goose I got the Cuervo, we gettin' loose Said I got the juice, don't introduce She gon' go A-wall, she gon' get loose I hit that booth with the blow Cook a track like crack on a stove I got that one rapper Payin' for like three-four, writer's flow These boys is sweet, a la mode I-I go beast, I go GOAT I-I put on for that lone star Like I remember the alamo bitch