So Lonely

See the haters is still soupin and

Y'all ain't happy to hear that I'm really couping it

Haters I'm really doing it

You can't step to me, I'm awkward, I box lefty

Nah, better yet I'm ambidextrous, I can do it with both

Haters tried to put a stop to it, I had to do it with toast

They don't like that I don't do it like most, muhfucka

Can't help the fact that I spit up acid

I'm from A Different World

Son I'm Dwayne Wayne without the flip up glasses, dog

A lot of you herbs be phony

I never said I'm the illest, but at this present time I'm Jersey's only

Trying desperately to wrap me up, started to fight with the game

Now what other rapper from my hood'll back me up?

And now they mad in the streets, but if I was wack it'd peace

And I never asked to be part of rap's elite

I was like y'all, struggling, I lived in my mom's crib

Then I dropped a couple freestyles and the people responded

And now when you flip about the stations

DJs holler "let's take it to Jersey"

All you hear is, uh, "salutations!"

I'm working hard on my grind I'm about to make it

See my cloud is raising, why can't I manage without the hating

The sooner the greater, if everything was peace

We could be a Unit like Flavor

Look around, you bout to ruin it hater

With a major, still I'm working myself

And I'm right where I wanna be so you only hurting yourself

Hoping I shelf, I'm promoting myself

And the bottom line is that hating is just self-centeredness just showing itself

Wanna bust off to hit me cause all the twenties in the loft is crispy

And all the streets want is Jumpoff and 50

Die traitor, asking me why playa

When I breeze through, all I do is look at you

Hi hater

Best friends become strangers, you shady dunn

And I done gave you some guidance, you chasing my baby moms

I used to feel I'm your man, know what that feel like my man?

How you look yourself in the mirror, still feel like a man?

Joey

Future greatest, I ain't twisted at all

And four albums down the line you can say you witnessed it all

Just think, you could say we had some business before

You could go as far as saying that we was niggas before

But it's just me and my box of bogeys I can't flock with you clonies

God damn being on top, it's so lonely

Sony say I sound like Grafh

I was signed a good year and a half before he popped up

Don't say I'm trying be something I'm not, what

Joe Budden dogs, I'm back in the circuit, the block is shut

This fall is a hot season

Def Jam invited me here and I'm not leaving

Just me and my box of bogeys, got my Glock as my homie

God damn being on top, it's so lonely