Who's Calling?

Told my teacher that I’mma get this guap
Bare ringing my phone, gotta turn it off
And I told her that I’mma get her blocked (Oh-oh)
I hear «Fortinbras» this, and «Fortinbras» that
I’m telling these man just to get off my back
They’re hitting me up, I’m not hitting them back
When I hop on the mic then you know it’s a rap
It’s a mazzalean
Painting pictures, this the gallery
Turning pages my reality
'Til my life coming like a magazine
So what’s there to say?
I’m here with Jaye
Yeah, that’s my nephew, we sippin' on Wray
Sh wanna come close, I’m moving away
I’ve seen bar man like me get played
Back and forth with a bitch like tennis
The chat comes dry then the shit gets deaded
Not a violent guy like Niko Bellic
My aura menacing just like Dennis
This liquor in my cup’s got me leanin'
Can’t be living life just for the weekend
That’s why my team and I are always schemin'
Bigger things that we be achievin'
Phone on DND
Can’t hear these bitches when they ring
Phone on DND
Can’t hear these bitches when they ring
I got that jewel-encrusted crown 'round my head 'cos I’m the king
I got all the smoke and bud so looks like I might have a drink
When you see me you can look but I can’t let you touch a thing
My phone on DND so I can’t hear these bitches when they ring
When they ring
When they ring
When they ring
When they ring
My phone on DND so I can’t hear these bitches when they ring
When they ring
When they ring
When they ring
When they ring
My phone on DND so I can’t hear these bitches when they ring
Can’t do this shit on my own
See me out here just vibing but I can come through with a venomous flow
Moving like then I’m gone
Sitting, waiting, the top of the throne
Highest heights and the clouds so low
I still ring, I still ring
I still ring, I’m still king of my throne
What’s a king to a god, what’s a god to a non believer?
You got game so it’s open season
Sold your soul to the Devil disguised as a demon
Niggas be talking a lot
Saying some shit at the top
Everything you do, we call it a flop
Family, friendships, watch them crumble and rot
Now stop it, ay, pop it, ay
My girl, there’s space on my rocket, ay
Living rent-free in my pocket
If I’m God then you are my prophet, wait
Look at me now, I ain’t got time to fill
Treating me different, what’s the deal?
Chat that shit, trust me then you’ll die for real
I got that jewel-encrusted crown 'round my head 'cos I’m the king
I got all the smoke and bud, it looks like I might have a drink
When you see me you can look but I can’t let you touch a thing
My phone on DND so I can’t hear these bitches when they ring
When they ring
When they ring
When they ring
When they ring
My phone on DND so I can’t hear these bitches when they ring
When they ring
When they ring
When they ring
When they ring
My phone on DND so I can’t hear these bitches when they ring