Confess

[Hook] (x2) She had to confess that I am the best That I am, that I am, that I am the best Confess, confess She had to confess that I am the best [Verse 1] Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang Step into the party with Baccardi in my veins I knock her dang, her body I gotta bang Like it was a 9mm that I aim Not a train, I prolly forgot her name Arrive with the gang, the posse that I claim Play Monopoly games, profiting off pain Hear the boppin' and go hop in her Range The best at it according to sex addicts Made her wet then made a mess out of fresh fabrics Uh she 'bout to cum, I should just let her Hon' it doesn't get better than this six letter [Hook] (x2) [Verse 2: Fashawn] Stop the blood clot lying, no, him no lying When I gave it to her she swore that she saw Zion (Lawd of mercy) Hit it hard yeah I gave her all iron Boom, more fire, I torch your whole attire I scorch writers at liquor store cyphers The poor righteous, teach you with arthritis Patois of a rap star, I'm mac hard Bag bitches in the back yard and dash off Treat me like a flask cause they swallowing Fashawn Aaw, why did I have to go and attack y'all Hey, wa da da dang, a whole lotta dollars they gain Whole lotta shotters with bottles and models we gotta bring [Hook] [Verse 3] Ja bless the child who can hold his own, no Emotion from the homie cosy in the throne Who got it sown Poems I'm penning, prone to pitching Product of the zone I entered I'm over the limit, scolding my critics Forget a title you couldn't hold my attention Oh did I mention, took control of the imprint Strolling, limping, with the soul of a pimp is Archbishop meets Bart Simpson, starts kissing Shawn throws bombs from long distance Too many magazine to let off, my palms itching Either I'm insane or you not in my lane Why do I gotta be modest I'm bout to body the game [Hook] (x2)