I'm the rapper that these other rappers jealous of I made more off CDs than rappers who are selling drugs True story, every single aspect independent I got texts from presidents and major labels I ain't read yet Told my manager I'd knock him out, and he was like, "The homie?" Then I fired him, if you're watching this, I'm sorry, dawg, au revoir I don't need nobody's help, it's me and Nova by ourselves "Come here, babe", this is the entire team, nobody else I conceptualize, produce, and write like every record Me and Nova work the hooks, then they're mixed and mastered by Evan This is homegrown, shout out all the rappers who have thrown stones I'mma die rich while your casket full of broke bones I ain't gon' respond to all your disses, look, I get it Your videos get no views, you say my name, and people click it But I'm different, you need clout, and you're desperate to make a living But my bank account already full, I counted seven digits like
Fuck y'all attack me with disses, attract all the critics I laugh at predictions, surpass all the limits The wacker the rapper, the more he's angered by the fact that I'm winning I'm stacking the millions, it's tragic to witness, like cancer in children Aye, no playlist, no paid clicks, no fake shit Rappers call me gay 'cause my braids pink Your main bitch, go crazy, so wasted Front row at my show, I'm her favourite I'm famous, they basically hate that I made it Get paid more in a day than they claim on their paycheck I'm patient, but say my name again, I ain't playing, I'll buy the place that you're staying Then raise the rent to the space and your parents' basement is vacant
They call me privileged, y'all can't admit that I'm gifted I did it without a label's assistance, I made the business decisions I overcame the addictions, lived in the streets, got evicted Kicked it with killers and strippers, but still my vision was different I bought a mic, started spitting, produced the beats and I mixed it I turned my hand into a fist and flipped a bird to the system I prayed I'll finish my mission and keep my image consistent I fixed the parts that were missing and switched the gas and the pistons It's mathematics and physics, I had to travel the distance I had to add some ambition and then subtract my suspicions I wanted castles and riches, headed for caskets or prisons I battled glasses of liquor and cabinets packed with prescriptions
And still these fucking rappers wanna sneak diss All over my Facebook, always tryna tweet shit I ain't gonna keep this a secret, my marketing genius The algorithm triggered by exploiting your weakness And y'all can call me clickbait and gimmicks, I call me rich A million monthly listens on Spotify, suck my dick I'm about to drop a couple million dollars on the crib Quarter million on a whip, I just sent my mom a grip And first of all, I heard it all, I could write a perfect song I Google the net worth of rappers hating, and I don't respond Middle finger from a private jet, I don't give a single flying fuck Every single person I have met: pussy in person, on Twitter they tough
Yo, if rappers wanna beef, I got the roast pan Put 'em in the dirt like a fucking UFO crash Double time rappers mad, I murder it with slow raps All they do is go fast, turn 'em to some ghost with the most facts Slow clap, pulling triggers quickly with no blowback Cracking under pressure like a cold glass, no fence Jealous that I rose fast, y'all are on the rollback Look at your career: it's a joke, man Promise that I won't laugh, say you got the smoke, can't afford gas Oh man, so sad, you record your album in a closet full of clothes with a notepad Strong on the outside, muscles with no bone mass
Let's look at me for a second, man, I was deep in depression Making me weak and pathetic, I thought I needed their blessings It leaves an impression, I feel the infection repeating the lessons Would only lead to me, and that's a lethal injection And I was chasing the dragon with no medieval invention I go to sleep and dream my life would be for me if I catch it I let my demons possess me till I woke up in a wreckage And realized that I destroyed a whole cathedral of blessings It's like my feet were magnetic, the street was steel, we connected I couldn't seem to reach the sky no matter how far I'm stretching And I was beaten to death and screaming for help for a second Now I put everything I bleed into completing my records I can't compete with my past, but I'm still seeking the relics And I believe with every breath I breathe, the sequel is better No fear or surrender, I'm clearing the pressure The tears I remember will never let me forget I was near to the devil I never claimed to be holy, but I got angels' protection I got a barbed wire halo and devil horns I don't mention Yeah, the Lord is my saviour, but shit, revenge is so tempting I don't expect to see heaven if that's the case, I respect it
'Cause I tried to cage the beast, but it's woken up the broken locks I'm crushing everything I see like empty cans of soda pop You titties on your knees like a grandma who don't own a bra Put a bullet in your head like words you only spoke to God I'm rowing through an ocean all alone inside an open box Frozen from the blowing snow and soaking through my only socks Y'all noticed me and chose the heat, so now the waters boiling hot You hoped I'd croak, I'm dope, and coke don't crack and turn to solid rock Ayy, I ain't talking to you losers like you know the cops I'm rich, and that ain't bad for a kid who couldn't hold a job Budget brand rappers all that Gucci fake, I own a lot You can't afford the way I live, you trying to control the cause Whoa, I'm in solo mode, your promo won't affect the drop Artists that you promo don't have clout, the photo lights are bought Try to put me in the dirt, I'll thrive like you are growing pot You prototypes are hurt, y'all need work, let me open shop Y'all don't understand me like a burner phone, it's coded talk Don't ever see my POV like you don't know the Go-Pro off Make sure that the drone is on slow-mo, so when y'all get shot The footage captures every single moment while your corpses rot Shoot it on Rokinons, touch it up in Photoshop Upload it to YouTube with a donate button for your mom So alarmed, y'all could never reach me with those broken arms Untouchable as alcoholics' wallets at an open bar Unbreakable Da Vinci Code embedded in like my most my songs Gang is full of animals, you'd think my home is Noah's Ark Past is full of broken hearts, opponents that I've blown apart My logo on the stove, I let it smoulder till they know the mark
While y'all were finding Nemo, I composed a team of total sharks Hid inside the reef and chiselled teeth till they were oversharp Y'all fishy rappers went to sleep to dream of coral seas and stars We silently and violently reminded y'all the ocean's dark Lordy, I really feel sorry for your corny bars Maybe you'll improve, and this is setting up your story arc I am more like Iron Man, you are more like Tony Stark You're human, I'm a Robo suit equipped with guns and poison darts Choking y'all to death like I am Homer home alone with Bart I wish, I wish, I wish you fucking would on every glowing star Core as hard, high-performance parts from a pro garage All I see is smoke and sparks every time your motor starts
What more you got in store for me? Your death threats were ghost stories And what's next gon' be painful GravestonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
