I’m a little too dope to be tripping.
Too strong to be slipping.
Too powerful to be ass kissing.
Too bomb for anything less than consistent.
Too royal to be courted by a peasant.
Too loyal to be kept guessing.
So count your blessings, love,
my presence is a whole present.
I look in the mirror daily and scream “I’M GREAT”
So why the hell would I let a fuck-boy keep me up late.
I am way too dope to be moping,
These wack ass men will never have me hoping
I won’t be hoping that they are something they’re not
I won’t be caught with friends trying knock what I got…
Just because I’m imperfect doesn’t mean I’m not hot
I might not have it all but I for sure have a lot.
You weak links are far too ill-equipped for me…
You have nothing but issues and community dick for me.
I’m at a point where dick means nothing… and sex is starting to bore me
But that’s no surprise, I have fans and sex is not what makes them adore me
It’s because I’m too dope. Just a little too dope.
Denying that fact is the funniest joke.
So many years in silence, I shut them up, yet moved mountains when I spoke.
My life has all these low moments… but I give you all hope
I used to think I was useless… but I’ve lost it all and stood tall, and I never broke.
I stand against the wind in a disaster, smiling because I know I will be better after…
I am just way too dope.