Look Who’s Stronger Now?
Where the Alpha Male at?
You told me you’re the alpha male, because you get all them bit*** and I was faithful to my girl.
You told me I’m weak because I don’t flip them bottles and drown the booze just like you.
Remember when you told me I’m frail because I’d rather seek wisdom from my library than rock the night away with some lose skirts?
I still remember when you called me feeble because I’d rather put pen to paper than puff some smokes.
You said I was scared, that’s why I head home on sunset.
You called me the loser because I don’t hang out with your gang.
You called me lame, when you saw me sing on the piano.
You said I’m momma’s boy because I help out on home chores.
You said you’re the life of the party, and I’m the fat dumb fuck.
You said you got the vibes, that’s why they call you captain.
You told me you’re the stronger one, that’s why the hood loves you.
You said you’re the man, that’s why you get high on crack.
You said you’re the champ, that’s why you live by the fast lane.
Now, you’ve screwed up.
The sheriffs are all over the place looking for you.
I heard you’ve garnered triple charges.
Now, the alpha male is on the run.
Them bit*** have baited you in.
They knew the booze is your weakness — but you thought it was strength.
They knew you couldn’t resist a lose skirt — but you thought you were the player.
The crack has messed up your sense of reasoning, and they boxed you in — right in the middle of the night.
Now your gang can’t save you — thought you said you’re the captain?
Your vibes and swag can’t bail you now.
The hood has turned its back on you — indeed fast lane is all you got left.
Now you call on the fat dumb fuck for rescue?
Lemme ask my girl and my momma for their take .
The nights I spent in my library has paid off — business is going fine.
Before I consider coming to your rescue, I have a question for you:
Will you ever call me weak, frail, feeble, lame, loser, fat dumb fuck…?
Look who’s stronger now.
This is dedicated to all the focused ones out there, with their face on the grind. Some will call you all sorts, but what they call weakness is the true measure of strength.
Bang them claps as much as you can.