[Verse 1:]
Gerald, why you take so long, is that gold watch fake?
You sound like J. Cole, why you always bite Drake?
When we 'bout to go out, why you always late?
And why you always writin' songs that I can't even 
relate to?
Why not talk about weed? Why not talk about pills?
Why you try to spit the gospel, man, that shit got no 
appeal
When nobody tryna listen, nobody pay attention
You needa switch ya style in the booth while you 
spittin'
Why you aim to be humble, why you ain't with the 
braggin'
Grannie love me, but she ask why my pants always 
saggin'
Why you goin' shopping when you know you got bills?
You must think you superbad. Do you think you Jonah 
Hill?
Do you think you Jason Shwartzman? I should hold my 
breath
'Cause I swear the shit you on gotta nigga 'Bored To 
Death"
Why the fuck you claim the Mil? Don't you know that 
city suck?
And why you faithful to that girl when all these 
bitches down to fuck?
Now my nigga alright (said my nigga alright)
It's cool (it's cool, it's cool)
I'm a do me (look, I'm a keep doin' me)
I suggest you do you (dog, just keep doin' you bruh)
Everybody love to judge (everybody love to judge
Everything that you do (every small thing you do)
But let me do me ('cause I could really care less 
about)
The shit that you do (please do me a favor)
Oh, shut the fuck up
[Verse 2:]
Why you tryna be Taylor'd? You could never be 'em
Why you give God the credit? Dog, I know you never seen 
'em
Why the hell you pay tithes? You don't even go to 
church
Don't understand why you winning, heard ya CD, it was 
dirt
I heard Cardo and Sledgren were tryna make you hits
But half the beats on On Your Side was off them niggas 
Soundclick
Page
And I ain't tryna hate, but other people are the reason 
why you winnin' at this rate
Don't you mess with Jonny Shipes?
Don't you fuck with Scooter Bruan
Swear the only reason why you gettin' shows is Sascha 
Stone
Man, how come you never call? Why you always on the go?
And if you buzzin', why you followers on Twitter so 
low?
How the fuck you stay happy, dog, you ain't got a dime
And when yo niece got killed, why the hell you ain't 
cried?
If I were you, I would get a job or start applyin'
'Cause you making it?... Sorry, man, I'll simply stop 
tryin'
Now my nigga alright (said my nigga alright)
It's cool (it's cool, it's cool)
I'm a do me (look, I'm a keep doin' me)
I suggest you do you (dog, just keep doin' you bruh)
Everybody love to judge (everybody love to judge)
Everything that you do (every small thing you do)
But let me do me ('cause I could really care less 
about)
The shit that you do
(Please do me a favor)
Oh, shut the fuck up
[Verse 3:]
Word to Drake
I got this black box where suggestions go
Don't really give a fuck, I think it's best you know
I hope one day you haters drink poison in front of you 
kids
So they can watch you die extra slow
Nah, I don't wish that shit on no man
But every move I make, there's always someone who will 
go and
Tell me what I should've did
But nigga is you kidding?
How the hell you know a situation more that he who has 
to live it?
Then they tell me switch my Entourage as if I'm Jeremy 
Piven
I swear this is that New Edition - I am Michael Bivens
I aim to be Jordan
And when you do, there's always someone with a big nose 
in your shit
Scottie Pippen
They tell me that I'm trippin', I'm just not with the 
nonsense
Broke niggas give advice, no dollas equals non-cents
I'm never losin'
Everybody claim to have the answer
But, guaranteed, no one has the solution
And I'm gone
Now my nigga alright (said my nigga alright)
It's cool (it's cool, it's cool)
I'm a do me (look, I'm a keep doin' me)
I suggest you do you (dog, just keep doin' you bruh)
Everybody love to judge (everybody love to judge
Everything that you do (every small thing you do)
But let me do me ('cause I could really care less 
about)
The shit that you do (please do me a favor)
Oh, shut the fuck up
[Talking:]
Uh, yeah, you, you can shut the fuck up
You can shut the fuck up
You, you (nah, you ain't gotta shut the fuck up)
All them three girls you came with
They can shut the fuck up (all of 'em shut the fuck up)
Please
Gerald... Walker