Prod. YAR1
Lyrics:
They're like, 'Am I them'
Bitch I am him
I am the lord, sing me a hymn
I admit that I thought that I was God for a little bit
Because yall are so fucking dumb
My bad
And youre still fucking dumb
You have no talent, no skills, no accomplishments of your own
But you have money, so you think you won
But why could I beat at you at like anything under the sun
And youre the chosen one
Becuase you got some dumb cunt kids too
You paid to have sex with like one woman and then cum
Reproduction, and then
You need a dictionary or encyclopedia or something
Here Ill teach you a little bit about yourself
Go look up American exceptionalism
Youre no different than those crackers on your shelf
Ill take you back in the day how Im stacking the pelts
I gotta get creative how Im creating wealth
Im out in the world and theyre preparing my cell
Id n cracked the code, theyre just starting to delve
Theyre like, 'Give me your secrets so we can steal them
And then say we didnt'
Theyre like, 'Give me more music, give me more hits
So we can steal them and not give you payment'
I wish I could say the problem is with suits and ties
But most of yall are not that high up
Theyre like, 'Its really tough out here, Ohio'
Thats like Hollywood here
Chicago is like the holiday spirit
Didnt you hear, I dont exist
Im supposed to be drowning in spirits
Pounding the beer and the weirdos
Clowning, entertaining the beardos
Floundering around like I need a cure for it
Listening to the radio, like still serious
I tell them I like women and they're like
'Well are you bi curious'
Theyve been trying to convince me to be gay
Since I was a little kid and the women are no different
So no I'm not on some mission to marry some dumb hoe
Just cause she has a pussyhole
I'm intelligent, creative, and swole
Those are three things that youre not born with either
So either get some or get gone
And most of these females dont have style either, its pathetic
Bitch I made my style off of Goodwill and St Vincents
Suck my dick
And when they have nothing to complain about, they just scream
'Disrespect'
Yea, Im about to go nine minutes on some random topics
And just drop it
I dont even use the fucking internet when I do this shit
I just go off the top with it
Yea flow like the big river, I come from way up there in Wisconsin
Woah Ive been to hoods everywhere
Boy I took the bus out in Compton
But not that thats some competition
Because Ive been to mansions in Hollywood too
I got the resume, I got nothing to prove
What about you
They call me a dick and asshole
They dont how to talk so they talk about anatomy
I say I want justice, they say I want flattery
Or something about a domestic battery
Yummy Im off that cabbage leaf
And a bunch of pills for my sanity
I gotta watch my calories, living off this salary
Im not complaining about some office job, not off and on
Im not Fox News or QAnon
Im not your pops or some lil punk
Speak in the present, you peasant
One to ten, Im eleven
I make sense of you brethren
Blah blah blah blah blah blah six seven
Six Nine, snitch guys
But then again, I dont flip no bricks guy
Not on this side, no Bloods or Crips guy
But fuck the guys guy
I aint forget no hindsight
Mr guy guy
One on one its night night
Keep a four five for a Mai Thai
Dead sober, no Mai Thais
Mask on, shy guy
CCW, my right
Nine on the dash when I ride by
Thirty eight in the stash if you stop by
TMI for the little guys, I got an AR in the closet if I feel like it
They call me crazy and I still like it
They call me a Nazi, they want me to Stillenacht it
This is Wisconsin, they reached out, Im still not with it
I blew up off a lovesong for Jews, or are you still not listening
I admit I keep my religion a little distant
But Ive marched for men, women, and children
Written for those with real feelings
I dont need a thank you to lift my spirits
Or a photo to keep up appearances...
