Feeling it

Yea I'm feeling myself, you hating, just being yoself, hang it up or put it on the shelf, can never hang with my stealth.

Let me massage your mental, lips curled, yea you see the dimple, I put it to you simple, more than just paper with some scribble.
Tell me can you execute the plan, hot air blowing you up, betta land, get too high above the clouds, put you back on the beach quicksand.

Adjust yoself to my knowledge, no rocket scientist, just college, not your basic chick, just collage it, above your average shyt, you know I just called it.

I complete my own cycle, not trying to be like Mike tho, I'm just me so, upgrade and save a little like Geico.

Originally my thinking *muah*