Fan In Denial (F.I.D.) Logic

[Intro]
(Look at this nigga, little bitch can't rap
You white! Motherfucking bullshit
Fuck outta' here with that shit)

[Verse 1]
Baby you got me confused, with one of them other dudes
Under they breath mumblin', shout out to Spitta I'm crumblin'
All these haters that want it homie I keep it a hundred
Never fronted while you stunting acting like you hate it but really want it
I swear to god when they talkin' shit it just make me smile
Cause you ain't no hater my brotha' just a fan in denial
Every time that you hate on me I get stronger when risen
Judgin' these lyrics by my skin homie that's racism
My momma white my daddy black but ya'll don't even listen
Judgin' by only what you see that's artistic division
And in the end creates an intellectual collision
But if you listen to my words then you would see my vision
But that's enough on that subject homie I'mma keep flowin'
On the tour bus, four of us, the weed's blowin'
But I ain't smokin', I'm just writin' while homies tokin'
Playin' this game until that shit is broken
Fuckin' with honeys 'til they panties soakin'
Feelin' victorious, hella glorious, my story is gonna be depicted by
Me and my team as warriors that did it big like Notorious
Haters talkin' shit gon' get the goriest of verses