Supporting Track

I'm tired of these niggas playing with me when the progress is plain to see Ain't got as much range as me I say this shit angrily Like "Why you so angry, me?" "Cause no one be taking be seriously" In any facet even rapping I'm not mad not even capping May not even get reaction Surface level like it's fashion Be myself I learned to fashion My confidence Kill my pride I got common sense All these niggas in the comments is So sad to see Them brandishing Amenities In vanity Insanity (insane) All of these bitches they stay on my brain All of these niggas they ain't got my range All of these bitches they just act the same, same, same Even after all that it ain't good to just be cut through Expected you to be at all my concerts in the front row Now every girl around me make me conscious I don't f*ck those Now they say that you are what you f*ck and that's why I f*ck hoes I'll keep it simple Like popping pimples Bitch you are mental Not sentimental I gotta vent to Friends I was sent to I thought I meant to Get out to send you A fucking? Who I offend you, like bitch