[Verse 1]
I was in a car with an Uber driver, chillin’
Made a nigga wanna call his supervisor, illin’
Even tho he doesn’t have one, had some, rapper on the station
Talkin’ mad trash, every rhyme, rappin’ like this all the time, sayin’
Tons of hateful, nigga and bitch, but callin’ us haters
Somehow, wanted some favors, by buying the album, but I am a thousand
Percent sure that I’m not doing that, super wack rappers in my ear
But now we’re here, at our destination

[Hook ]
Why are these niggas all shoutin’ at me?
I was tryna chill and they were talkin’ beef
Again, swear people hatin’ on their music’
But maybe, what they just said was fuckin’ stupid
Why are these niggas all shoutin’ at me?
I was tryna chill and they were talkin’ beef
Again, somethin’ somethin’ bout my girlfriend
Oh wait, somebody else wrote that with ya pen

[Verse 2]
I was at a motherfuckin’ Waffle House, chillin’
Took a long time to get those waffles out, illin’
Cause the whole crew listenin’ to, some nigga mixtape
Maybe one day he’ll sit his ass down, realize the mistake
Sharing nonsense rhymes with the public, subject was to get papes
Of course, apparently if you disagree, that this dude is nice
He got contract killers on the payroll that may or may not go, to end ya life
Then my All-star came

[Hook]
Why are these niggas all shoutin’ at me?
I was tryna chill and they were talkin’ beef
Again, swear people hatin’ on their music’
But maybe, what they just said was fuckin’ stupid
Why are these niggas all shoutin’ at me?
I was tryna chill and they were talkin’ beef
Again, somethin’ somethin’ bout my girlfriend
Oh wait, you didn’t even write that with ya pen, did you?

[Interlude]
I wrote a couple bars ya know
I wrote a couple bars ya know today
Been to a couple bars ya know
And had a couple drinks around ya way
I think its getting harder though
I think its getting harder though to stay
World is bringing out an artist’s lows
And all I see is black and white and gray