[Verse 1]
My music doesn't make a lot of moolah, cents (sense)
Because I'm a dash of Adam Driver mixed with coupon Ces
Matt’s a dapper dude, dashing but I’m FUBAR, a mess
Gimme a beat, gimme a pen and a pad and then "who got next?"
You got Tisse (Ts) coming after you like you was an S
I never deceive, when I'm rapping I’ma do it finesse
I cannot believe what some veterans'll do for a check
Because I'm a beast and I'm better but I'm goofy as heck, nerd
Images matter but I'm too darn bent
On being what I believe I wanna be, I'm too farfetched
You ever said what all your foolhardy askew thoughts meant?
Whatever, never mind the sentiment, I'm too far left
You’re letting me vent as I’m getting away with a tune, aw yes
So groove on guest, the verse has got 2 bars left
Bet I'ma break up what the talent pool pollutes songs with
Wait, I’m mistaken? ...Clearly I’m confused on hits

[Chorus]
You all are quick to point a finger at the things I wrote, but yo
Only sometimes do I think I'm dope
Hardly ever do I revel in the spit I spoke, cuz yo
Only sometimes do I think I'm dope
Write it, say it, love it, hate it
Write it, say it, but I wish I won’t, cuz yo
Only sometimes do I think I'm dope

[Verse 2]
I been up on the internet for too long, messing
With everything mental that I've been through when I do songs, since
I've been intense I've been a tune off, a shooed off pest
But gimme the credit that I'm meant to get as I'm booed off set
I never collected much of any loot to fuel largesse
Because I been cooped behind a picket fence and cool hard debt
You bet I regret when I neglected to pursue all this
But I been true to my mood and that’s how ya lose false friends, word
I never worry bout the "who Sauce is"
Or who saw this, or who's involved with who, it's all missed
They call me this and that, I'm Mr. Matt, I move on, next
Cuz I ain’t never fret or fume ‘bout who I gotta impress
Because I been a beginner, I meant to admit I'm a fool, hard head
But a new songs set, the verse has got 2 bars left
I moved off meds, a screwball, a loose odd end
Dudes aloof often, nuanced, so who wants this?

[Verse 3]
Y’all know I ain’t John Cho, I ain’t Kumar’s friend
So why the Asian jokes? Make it known the tunes aren't him
Ya better not drag race into this, no RuPaul dress
I been up in halfway ever since I knew who I am
But that aside, I'm dope, I mean a few songs been
Like a rush of dopamine, the flow it seems to fuel art's zen
Because I'm an artistic artist in a new songs mix
So is there a synonym other than dope to use in lieu of sick?