Verse 1
G-Scott
My pops told me trust no one
The chick ya layin next to
Could be the same one all ya secrets tellin her ex too
As of late I sleep with eyes wide closed
Girls eyes wide shut will have your nose wide open
Lately, I'm losing touch with reality
Cause everything the world calls real
Feel like a fantasy
But I'm Dyrdek of this factory
Ruler of the schooler
The principal to ya faculty
I still believe in love actually
Never a British comedy
Most times ends in tragedy
A travesty of casualties
Left me here with a bag of weed
Till I'm so high a nigga can barely count to the number 3
3-2, 2-3 lines dangling shoe strings
Ball so hard I plan on starting a new team
Lost it all came up, but this what y'all came for
Coming for the title spot nigga Game 4
Chorus
Jacob Denzel
I'm still, I'm still, I'm still, I'm still me
And when the sky comes fallin I'll still I'll still I'll still be
Used to say wasn't tall enough, wasn't smart enough
But, they don't make 'em anymore like us
Baby, I'm still, I'm still me
Verse 2
G-Scott
3-2-1 nigga blast off
Traded in the loko for a tall boy of blast dawg
Admit I cry sometimes
But know the sun comes after rainfall
Feelin like a tsunami hit
Guns drawn that toonami shit
Good kid in a bad world
Got me thinkin of poppin it
Got me thinkin of robbin em
Got me thinkin of poppin em
Both decisions sound lame
That's similies with a homonym
Mostly cause I ain't feeling that
And lame is what I'll never be
Simply tend to amaze
Ain't talkin bout Frankie Beverly
Most these niggas is bitches
We not of the same pedigree
Deaded all of that school shit
I don't care to compare degrees
Talking about you the hottest
But I don't care to compare degrees
Niggas will get sunned
And still want to compare to me
Couldn't walk in a pair
Of these Nike Airs apparently
Blame my success and failures
Upon all of my parenting
Aerial though my varails
Complain never settling
Chorus
G-Scott
My pops told me trust no one
The chick ya layin next to
Could be the same one all ya secrets tellin her ex too
As of late I sleep with eyes wide closed
Girls eyes wide shut will have your nose wide open
Lately, I'm losing touch with reality
Cause everything the world calls real
Feel like a fantasy
But I'm Dyrdek of this factory
Ruler of the schooler
The principal to ya faculty
I still believe in love actually
Never a British comedy
Most times ends in tragedy
A travesty of casualties
Left me here with a bag of weed
Till I'm so high a nigga can barely count to the number 3
3-2, 2-3 lines dangling shoe strings
Ball so hard I plan on starting a new team
Lost it all came up, but this what y'all came for
Coming for the title spot nigga Game 4
Chorus
Jacob Denzel
I'm still, I'm still, I'm still, I'm still me
And when the sky comes fallin I'll still I'll still I'll still be
Used to say wasn't tall enough, wasn't smart enough
But, they don't make 'em anymore like us
Baby, I'm still, I'm still me
Verse 2
G-Scott
3-2-1 nigga blast off
Traded in the loko for a tall boy of blast dawg
Admit I cry sometimes
But know the sun comes after rainfall
Feelin like a tsunami hit
Guns drawn that toonami shit
Good kid in a bad world
Got me thinkin of poppin it
Got me thinkin of robbin em
Got me thinkin of poppin em
Both decisions sound lame
That's similies with a homonym
Mostly cause I ain't feeling that
And lame is what I'll never be
Simply tend to amaze
Ain't talkin bout Frankie Beverly
Most these niggas is bitches
We not of the same pedigree
Deaded all of that school shit
I don't care to compare degrees
Talking about you the hottest
But I don't care to compare degrees
Niggas will get sunned
And still want to compare to me
Couldn't walk in a pair
Of these Nike Airs apparently
Blame my success and failures
Upon all of my parenting
Aerial though my varails
Complain never settling
Chorus
( G-Scott )
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