Who the Best
[Verse 1 J-Fletch]
I'm honestly talking my shit way too often I came off the rip but I patiently rapped
Only dropped lyrics to show you I'm better but gifted with shit and I'm making it last
Breaking out brackets I'm moving a pack in cause I need the money to pay for ad
Never drop singles unless I'm with James and we sharing the track putting Dayton on maps
Rapping got boring decided to quit but I had to spit game for you pussies that's wack
Faking your plays and your followers bitch you a lame with no fame and your rap seeming cap
How does it feel to be passed by a kid making beats in his room while you slept on your ass
Don't even rap and his parents are mad cause he skipping through school he don't worry bout that
Fuck a degree bitch I'll hire for that I'm a boss in the making investing a stack
Praying for days that my mom will see plays from that track that I'm rapping on fuck it I'm back
Instagram posting and asking for jakes got me livid I'm pissed all my friends seeming fake
They asking for beats or a feature from James but I'm focused on me my next play for the fame
Masking my face I ain't catching no case for a minute I thought I'd be locked right away
Windows be tinted J-Fletch on a mission I'm sending my shots to my ops I ain't face
Fuck on her face I don't copy or paste I'm unique in this bitch I could pave my own lane
Four different ways that we fuck every day now my mind is erased from the pain of the game

[Chorus]
Okay text me one more time I think I'll throw my phone out
Who the best be? How I'm supposed to answer questions that's asked indirectly
I been shooting Hall of Fame while they shoot for the rec-league
Vito shooting my frame in a pic above the neck please
Get me on my good side looking clean cause I'm no good guy
J-Fletch bleeding out he reached for help and I just stood by
I think if you can't help out yourself then that's a goodbye
You got it bro
[Verse]
But who the best be
I showed up for graduation late so they don't test me
I was in the back sweating my ass of so I request the
Temperature be turned down got a gown on and a vest-T
I think they should let me
I think they should let me light up right here on the stage
Me and J-Fletch gonna have to hotbox till we all get blazed
So you better listen up I worked on this speech for four days
And don't call me no emotional these tears are from the pain
That I won't have to feel again when I don't see your face you know my pace you know my name you know that I been on my game as of late
There's not much to stay there's no one to thank
I been doing this before you would think
Roll up a dank all in a wood
Pass it around so we know it's all good

[Chorus]
Just don't text me one more time I think I'll throw my phone out
Who the best be? How I'm supposed to answer questions that's asked indirectly
I been shooting Hall of Fame while they shoot for the rec-league
Vito shooting my frame in a pic above the neck please
Get me on my good side looking clean cause I'm no good guy
J-Fletch bleeding out he reached for help and I just stood by
I think if you can't help out yourself then that's a goodbye
You got it bro