So Much Better

Man I got way to many cars to let the hatin' get to me

Especially when I know you ain't gone bring the shit to me

So on and so forth, I'm so on and so forceful

Young Fyre kick drums, leave a print of a horse shoe

Everywhere I go, my shit getting played cause

I ain't in the hood, I stay in the rave clubs

Keep using them big words that I don't understand

I take it as disrespect, then turn your face to a cave cuz

Now that's stupid from a couple aspects

But so is rollin' up weed with my publishing checks

You don't think Nappy Boy is the clique, or T-Pain is the shit

You must be snorting on some fucking anthrax

Now that's old school white shit

My tongue wearing skinny jeans, my flow on that tight shit

Love from a nigga is the only thing I might get

Everything else, I got; if not, I'll buy it, now try this

I surrounded by so much hate

Ain't gone let another take my place

I'm sick and tired of all these lies

Ya'll niggas ain't felt no pain