[Verse 1]
Homie, why you actin' like a bitch?
I been killin' shit since the day I started rappin'
And I swear one day it's gonna make me rich
Money ain't the motive, but I swear I'm gonna get it
Cause I see these other rappers makin' hits
They can't hold a candle to the fire I'm providin'
When I rise, you never gonna see me slip
Savior of the rap, I'm a live until I'm dyin', listen
The truth spitter, fuck y'all with the goose sippin'
I be John Lennon meets J Dilla with new vision
Mic blessed, better yet leave the booth christened
New religion made every time I step in & spew scriptures
I'm sick of y'all just wantin' hourly fees, ain't nobody tryna build
You rats just out for the cheese, when I get to where I'm goin'
And you beggin' for a placement, I'll remember how you never worked with me
Yeah, I don't play, bitch, I say shit, mean it..
I did it out of my basement
Y'all basic, never gon' make it to where they make chips, I hate this
Everyone tryin' to make a statement but ain't shit
Bitch, I was born to make this my spaceship, I'm dangerous
What you thought all I could do was rap tight?
I'm mad nice, win everything I do yup and that's life
So act right, y'all don't make no sense
Like J Cole hatin' Caucasians when he be half-white
You fuckin' bitch ass homie, tryna be a rich ass homie
Kiss ass homie, but I be here, keepin' it real, the sick ass homie
Doin' things better than all y'all, slick ass homies, shit
I'm bout to snap, fuck callin' a fire squad, humans cannot cool me
You better off just to hire God
You down to earth I write songs from Orion's star
Make you look like Kanye and spit your verse through a wired jaw
Have you ever been belt whipped by a constellation?
Ever wanted to eat shit as an occupation?
Ever seen me spit deep shit, this is conformation
I could kill these rappers this second, bitch, I don't need patience
I'm from the burbs, but listen to what the streets sayin'
They know I'm as real as it gets, and want me to keep sprayin'
Rough life, single mom, I moved a hundred times
I never felt at home, pussy, the fear in me's vacant
My whole life, all I received was deep hatred
Psychology, it was murderous, but I seek greatness
I hated my life, cold child, I fiend payment
This is compensation for every day I can't sleep pacin'
I'll never forget the day that my father walked out
It happened when I was only three, but still it be chalked out
Inside my fuckin' memory bank, so I'm a go all out
And snap these fuckin' rappers redecoratin' my saw house
I'm pissed off, don't tell me to calm down
I'm a ball out, like Popovich y'all just talk loud
I'd rather watch Young Thug talk about politics
Or eat a fuckin' hollow tip before I ever stop this shit
True scorer, real aura
I'm sick of all these racist rappers thinkin' it's cool now to be real forward
Don't blame me for this white America horror
Bitch I ain't a fuckin' pilgrim, my family came from Europe
Immigrants, with no money
You think America cares about working class white people? That's so funny
We all in it together, my dude, spit it forever, my dude
Until they realize I'm best in the booth
[Verse 2]
There ain't no denyin' that all my shit's great
No switchblade, I been trained with the senseis
Fake fans, and shitty rappers who spit hate
My mistakes got more views than your mixtapes
That's the truth of the matter, I be used to the chatter
Cause most people just talk loud
Fake fans, and shitty rappers who spit hate
My mistakes got more views than your mixtapes
My mixtape equivalent to like six tapes
From you and everyone that you fuck wit, my dude
I been great, An0maly, better learn how to spell it
I'm a put the rap game on a whole 'nother level
Check it
