This is a song about "Wannabe appropriate"

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Im not a wannabe,so don't front on me,i had the cops break my front window and taser

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

No appropriate opponents but further should i condone it?

Of wannabe rappers, go all the way around, and up to the top, climb my way into hip hop,

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

I haven't been living, surviving is appropriate to say

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

You're just a wannabe

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

I just wannabe an inspiration, i want to be known as a rapper of the new generation,

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation