Dresden

Is it time yet? Almost twenty-three like what's on Lebrons' chest

Call me Vietnam, ready to blow like a bomb threat

I'm walking on water 'till it's turning my socks wet

And I ain't Joe Budden, fucker, this shit ain't complex

They see me, I'm flawless

Don't be mad at be because your boyfriend flyless

Tryna get like me, he tryna be the copilot

But I just don't acknowledge, oops, I'm oh-so honest

I apologize, that's part of life, stacking this paper, waiting for harder times

I gotta get mines and that's the bottom line

Come between me and my paper, I'll make sure you're hard to find

Treat you like the offensive line would if you cross the line