NF - Statement lyrics

I'm boss with it, authentic
All y'all frauds better
Quit with the trash talk before
You get tossed in it
Y'all tripping, bar ripping, y'all
Sipping too much
Write 'till the palms dripping
Lost in it, thoughts different
You don't want no drama? Then
Don't get involved in it
I'm in a whole different head space
You making money? Well that's great
I got no interest in talking to people that I
Know are two-faced, too fake
Get outta my face, woo!
What are you doing in my lane?
There's already too many rappers
I'm sick of the traffic and
I ain't got no brakes
I already passed you, you don’t
Like what I’m doing, who asked you?
You got into music 'cause you think it’s fun
Man I’m doing this 'cause I have to
It’s real music, chills to
It, feel through it, real stupid
Skills truest, quit moving, woo!
If I say something, I will do it, yeah
I used to dream of these moments
I'm living 'em now
Look up to heaven like, "Mom, are you proud?"
I'm on the way to New Zealand
I'm up in the clouds, dang
I mean who woulda known this
Who woulda known this
This industry never told me I was welcome
I went to the house with a bat and I broke in
Then told 'em that I would be back
I flatline, all of your whack rhymes
That's mine might get away from it, boy, MM
LP I'm the bad guy, last time
I have been taking it easy, the game's mine
Fame why? I don't care about none of that
I'm just sick of the trash lines
I grew up on Eminem
Now look where the game's at
Lame raps, Hollywood fame acts
I'm sick of the same trash
I got no blunt in my mouth but
Give me a beat, I'ma blaze that, woo!
Give me a beat, I'ma blaze that
You and me ain't in the same class
You and me ain't on the same row
Music has always been my home
I used to call up some people that won't call
Me back, now they blowing up my phone, woo!
Ain't it funny how that works? Mad perks
Killing the record
Got blood on my black shirt, I'm
Jealous in love with the music
Don't ever come near her!
I ain't from around here
How you let me run it down here?
If that isn't bothering none of you rappers
Then what are y'all doing out here?
That was like music to my
Ears, might never make it, i don't care
Drake, I love what you doing, but call up
The game and tell 'em that I'm here, yeah!
I like that, might snap, I laugh
Y'all better surrender and get
Out your white flags
And cancel your flight plans
Your career isn't taking off
You sound like a hype man hit
You with the mic stand
And they ask what the hype's about
Come and find out, I mean
Where are you clowns at?
I been training, pen game is insane
I'm done playing
This music is ground breaking, lung shaking
Done waiting y'all taking my patience, quit
Faking, y'all hating, it's crazy!
I mean, you know what my name
Is, Rhyme Slayer, stop Nathan, woo!