(chorus)
Call me what you want call me what you hate, call me what you want to discriminate, but i got nothing to lose, so there's nothing to prove
Call me what you want, call me what you hate, call me what you want to discriminate, but i got nothing to lose, so there's nothing to prove
Call me what you want, call me what you hate, call me what you want to discriminate, but i got nothing to lose, so there's nothing to prove
(verse 1)
Crash and Scotia backing off with Losia, jacking off to Oprah, like a motherfucker ready for closure, an iller motherfucker than Mack Miller, lyrics like a stone cold killer, but i don't know if he will uh, murder another lyrically, hitting an opponent typically, doing this for charity, without feeling me, his words are together forever, never alone, always by his side, calling him home, in the mind of a child, with tears ready to fall out his eyes, cause hes sick of the lies, he needs a surprise, when he needs to rewind, so he drops some lines, then everybody feels his rhymes, so Scotia passes the mic, shows him what its like, feel some adrenaline pumping through his veins and feels like not one person can stop him when it rains, hes living in the moment, he feels like he's chosen to do this so he needs to focus on being golden, its like time has frozen, so much enjoyment against this component but he shows so much emotion for his opponent, can't take his words seriously, hes only doing this lyrically, he don't mean it, its just rap, hes only trying to clean it, repair it from what it became, wants it to be the same, from when biggie and PAC was in it, so now he's just a man on a mission, so sit back an listen to the words of this single, just starting to mingle in with the stress of rap, with his back to the pack, its a trap, get out now, hes sketchy, starting to get etchy, i guess hes etch a sketching, while hes retching, from the stage fright that has taken over his will to rhyme, don't know if he can do it this time,
(chorus)
Call me what you want, call me what you hate, call me what you want to discriminate, but i got nothing to lose, so there's nothing to prove
Call me what you want, call me what you hate, call me what you want to discriminate, but i got nothing to lose, so there's nothing to prove
Call me what you want call me what you hate, call me what you want to discriminate, but i got nothing to lose, so there's nothing to prove
(verse 2)
Hes ready, he said he, would stand alone with a machete, if that's what it took, they called him a lier, they called him a crook, called him every name in the book, he had to get past it, he knew it wouldn't last, but look, it really ate at him, but gave him motivation to blast it, he blew up at them, put them in a casket, just to show them that he's a genius at work, but to him it isn't work, its play, he can do this all day, its like nothing can stand in his way, he's got it all in his mind, so he will do it if he may, get a fan base so he can make it, but if he ends up to fake it, he will get discriminated and can no longer take it, will have to drop to his knees, kneeling before the devil, screaming please, begging for an apology with sorrow in his voice, screaming that hes sorry for lying, end up on the verge of crying, but satin only tells him that he better get ready to start dying, he don't know who to start relying on, but he's gotta keep pressing on cause, his family is in need of assistance, get them out of this slump, so he's hoping for a deal to get out this dump, he doesn't want to be named a chump, so he needs a bump, get get him off this stump
(chorus)
Call me what you want, call me what you hate, call me what you want to discriminate, but i got nothing to lose, so there's nothing to prove
Call me what you want, call me what you hate, call me what you want to discriminate, but i got nothing to lose, so there's nothing to prove
Call me what you want, call me what you hate, call me what you want to discriminate, cause i got something to lose, so i guess there is something to prove
