Yeah it's really me

Playing in the league

I haven't seen you ballin'

I just see you falling

How it really be

I am off the script

You can't hold me back

I'm independent

Do the mixing

And the selling

I control my path

Getting it online

Don't care if the money ain't on time

These artists ain't really artists

If they care about the bling more than the hotline

Yeah

I am off the script

I am off the script

Remembers to my voice

This shit is my choice

Damn I got away



No I ain't a bird in the trap

Working like that

But I have been searching the map

Trying to find another fucking person that raps perfectly fast

With beats that's certain to slap

If you know about the way I work on the track

Then you know that I will always finish first that's a fact

Everybody laughed when they heard that I rapped

Until they heard me rap and confirmed that I'm stacked



Fuck the bay I'll put Earth on the map



Got the highest numbers like the nerd in your class

I'm the only one that's coming in and curving the stats

The words that I craft come in first 'cus I'm mad

I've made mistakes but at least I learn from my past

Play the song your headphones turn into ash

That's what happens when I'm burning the track

It like rappers who submurged under mass

Or who look for validation from the shirts on their backs

Friend accuse me of spending stacks on clothes, but the shit that they was wearing was worth more, in fact

Ain't that a blessing

I earned all this crap

So now, I like to flex in reverse like an ass

Running circles and laugh

All these rap clowns think they in the circus or act

It's absurd and it's trash

But I'm sure that it hurts to be served

And this crack and cus I'm coming up to get it

I ain't turning it back



Uh



Yeah it's really me

Playing in the league

I haven't seen you ballin'

I just see you falling

How it really be

I am off the script

You can't hold me back

I'm independent

Do the mixing

And the selling

I control my path

Getting it online

Don't care if the money ain't on time

These artists ain't really artists

If they care about the bling more than the hotline

I am off the script

I am off the script

Remembers to my voice

This shit is my choice

Damn I got away