[Los] You ain't got the heart inside you to go hard inside the paint I paint a picture like an artist with his heart inside the paint I go hard enough to make it even though my odds are slim I'll keep living through my fans because I gave my heart to them And if you do get up the heart to throw a challenge my way I will gladly eat your heart and call it Valentine's Day Homie, you need to see college just to see how I devoured this I'm a rapping scientist, philosopher, theologist You make so much shit up, you should be a cosmetologist Your bitch ass should be on the cover of Cosmopolitan But Los, you're the pretty boy, you could of been modeling Nigga, shut the fuck up, get the door and let the models in They say they go hard as me as if they want a problem then They decorating bathrooms the way they throwing towels in Homie, get your swagger up about another mile or two My flow is a Molotov, you don't possess the molecules I could say if I was you but I can not fathom that That would mean I'd have to take my dreams of having Phantoms back And my bitches go so hard, I told ‘em they could share me Now they so close, it scares me, shout out to Katy Perry Nobody likes you when nobody’s like you But I'll be damned if I lose to some nobodies like you Homie, I will write you some shit that's so right you Wish you had the rights to but you won't have the right to My left tied behind my back, just time out, tie my right too ‘Cause my flow will leave you left but it could get you right too These niggas is high school, shout out to my whole squad Bitches say you go boy, I say bitch, I go hardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
