[Verse 1]
…I don’t think I really dig my attitude
When I’m spitting sick and stupid rapping in my blackened room
Someone get a match or luminescent batch of massive shrooms
Either dudes are sleeping on my music or I’m whackadoo
Some rhymes inspire me to teabag the irony
And go cock to tonsils with anybody lying to me
And tryna repeat tired lines of why I should be tryna be
The quiet guy who I can be when trying to hide the violent freak
I’m a G…Nah fucker should I stoop to be
These stupid scheming posers while I croon about elusive peace?
While I’m moving keys of coke to units snooping through the streets?
I move in lucid dreams, Lucifer’s as cool as heated
Demons, I’ma school these music heathens on their playground
Hey now, anytime I play around hate’s bound
To snake its way into the sound, hey you know your way around
The nonsense store? I want a golden suit and plated trousers

[Chorus]
I don’t care where you’re from as long as you’re a lyricist
Spare the flare, spare the “fun,” I just wanna hear you spit
But Ladies let their hair down in the club for all the mirror shit
Carbon copy narrow shit, they hear but they won’t spare a cent
They JUST wanna bump, JUST wanna grind
Lame FUCKS wanna stunt, FUCK all the rhymes
LaBELS want a cut, FUCK getting signed
I’ma rhyme how I wanna, FUCK what you had in mind

[Verse 2]
So I used to have a “Rap Legends” poster in my room
But to be honest I only knew like a quarter of the dudes
Let’s say 20%, so who’s a rapper to you?
A flash back to when I actually got that dap in my youth
Now I creep for hours seeking out celebrity nudes
To post in the hopes of increasing my degenerate views
My internet presence since has left me confused
Because no matter what I do, my shit’s reflecting a noose
And telling me to kill myself? Bitch my shit is real as hell
Vivid how I live in spitting, just in case you couldn’t tell
So I shouldn’t dwell on what I coulda done or should to sell
Because I’m way beyond that point in life when I would push to fellas
Out in the Commons, now let’s be honest, I was not hip
I did not have all the confidence to follow up the bomb threats
But now I’ve blossomed into awesomeness, no contest
Too bad my youth had to be used for all that nonsense