LIFE OF A NARCISSIST

What if I told you, I was the best What if I told you I'm the goat And that no one could come even close to anything that I could muster 'Cause they too lackluster Anything I have written Anything that I spit Anything that I've thought Everything that I live is statement of how I've gotten this far, 'cause I've been driven It's hard, but now it's vivid I'm gone, I'll push the limit And I know deep down that I determine my self-worth I swear to up above it's a blessing and it's a curse The demons got hold on me, when they tellin' me I ain't first But no one's controlling me but my inflated self-worth I ain't addicted to profit Ain't addicted to drugs I'm addicted to compliments I'm addicted to love And I'll get it at any costs, even if it's from myself Sometimes when I'm alone, feel like I'm sinking close to hell I feel like, I'm a mass manipulator without trying Like I'm toxic from the root in my subconscious mind Seems like every other week somebody else dying But who care about 'em if they ain't high as I am When I step inside the room, always so fresh, You can tell right off the bat that I'm the best just how I dress An image to put up inside ya' head Get the best version of myself out before I'm dead, uh And I'm sorry I'm a narcissist But somebody need to point me where the carpet is You can whine and just complain you ain't a part of this But in the end, no you ain't the one who started this, huh Sorry I'm a narcissist S-Sorry I'm a narcisi-i-i-i-i- Sorry I'm a narcissist S-Sorry I'm a narcisi-i-i-i-i- And I'm sorry I'm a narcissist But nobody gonna tell me when we are dismissed Better watch ya' tone when you start a argument I'ma put you right in line so you can park ya' Benz Get the check and I be technical Nine times out of ten And I'm ready to go and win It's another day in the pen 'Nother day in the cage Cage of my inner demons who tell me I'm so great And I know my mind can't be changed When my inner-most sense of respect for myself it is critical They tell me I'm just typical But I don't like to hear it though I know deep down that I should take it to heart But ain't nobody changing me when I'm just playing my part And I'm staying doing things to other people that is awful It's unlawful for me to not just get a call from Any shorty that can catch them a hotdog between they buns, it's a mouthful Swear these shawties playing dodgeball Talk 'bout getting checks Why I ain't got that already If your shawty sent a text She ain't ya' shawty, I bet she Wanna talk to every guy Who was a rapper a thirteen And is beating all the odds with his own name on his jersey- Mikes, prefer my Mics without Ikes Lysol wipes, on me before I views my likes There's like ten, hold up I thought my clout was better than Any rapper, what you tellin' me? I ain't better than them? "Nah you ain't Ya' flow it is basic, it's plain lame Get a job and stop trying to rap just so you make bank" I ain't gotta say nothing to prove to you I am a great But I'm going to anyway, I'm too self conscious to think Rhymes with no cause Lyrics with no bars It's a staple for my music when I'm trying way too hard I feel like as a white 'burban I got something to prove Play this song up in the club and bet nobody gon' move And when somebody tell me they don't like what I do I ask em, "Why" and ain't no reason they can ever give you But it still be getting to me, my emotions heavy too And I be talking to myself when I'm alone in the room, uh What you say that you're a narcissist? Sick of all these petty monologic arguments Oh you down on yourself, think you targeted? Take a step up to the throne, chaotic arsonist Hell yeah, you a narcissist Love yourself, 'cause nobody else'll offer this You a great and ain't nobody else on top of this Take a step up to your throne, chaotic arsonist Snap ya' fingers, I'm awake, and I'm out my head All these listeners be fake, just get back to bed Go to sleep, you ain't waiting on my drop to peep But when this drops I got a feeling they'll jump out the sheets They'll go buzz my phone Won't leave me alone But thank God I love attention or else I'd never be home And ain't working on this music by my own self taught And now I'm thinking is that why I'm doing this at all? Why am I try'na please like everyone that I meet? Am I that starved for attention that is all I can see? Shake the thought away, so maybe I'll get some sleep But now I can't get out my head with all these rhymes of poetry I'm just waiting on them to notice me Posted up with soldiers deep Homies left and right, I keep em close with me Keep 'em hungry on these hills, just like Cole would be And now my inner demons try'na keep my soul from peace Post some heat Clowned by some homies who ain't notice me And claim they music is the best thing over me Maybe they're narcissistic too, so I can't hold no beef I show the streets How I'm putting on, on these songs How I'm mentally unfit, to sit atop of the throne How I'm better than best, 'cause that's the way that I think Ain't no changing me, I'm switching up right at the blink