I've got SWAG, and that's a fact
People love me, just for that
Everything I do makes you stare
Well go on looking, cause I dont care
Your poor tortured souls bring me pity
You feel so much jealousy towards me
'Cause ive got something that you aint got
'Cause I am someone that you are not
You see ive got my own life, friends and style
And I aint tryin to be like you, or make you smile
When it comes to simple competition
You always lose cause you're full of imperfection
You can drag me in bullshit
With all your screwed up lies
But still i'll stand up, turn on you and hit
I'll be the dust you see, that'll always rise
One thing you can do that I cant,
Is kiss my posterior fit for your lips
Go on, slander my back with your chant
Didnt I tell you, ive got you on my fingertips?
You dont scare, you dont intimidate
All you do is make me pity you
Cause you're filled with so much hate
That shows just how much you follow all i do.
ANd to be honest im actually flattered
Thank you for making me
The essential existence
Of your already pathetic life
