Yo it’s almost like
It’s almost like I hate rap, but I love rap, you know?
Cause it’s the fucking people, not the music
You mother fuckers got a lot to say, but not a lot to do
As you wait for other fools to guide you to the spot they choose
Gossip off the shit that others told you like the topics true
And spread the nonsense like the shit is honest and it’s solid news
Maybe life is just too nice to you. Nobody ever comes
To break the news that you should change your plans because you’re fucking dumb
Maybe gaining hearts and likes and views all have you feeling pumped
But what’s your plan when you get older and nobody gives a fuck?
Signed a deal to be a singer, wanted a pot to piss in
Now your retarded ass is just playing a politician
How the fuck is your name influencing a battalion
When you twerk on onlyfans like you’re Megan the fuckin Stallion?
Oh, cancel me, pussy, it’s what you do
It’s easy to run away from opinions when it’s the truth
It’s easy to want a voice but then shit on others that have them
And when you may disagree you just cancel it. Yea, it’s cute
So label me the aggressor and a pessimist, shunned
Like an infections in my genetics, the pressure is tons
Ignored my need to make perfection cause my exit is loved
By people spending time to ride an ex-presidents nuts
Racist fucks on the island with excuses that boil it
Then all avoid it when their businesses all go down the toilet
And use a president to come out of the cover they voided
But then get mad when mother fuckers use their voice to exploit it
It’s kinda funny how they claim that the majority’s loud
It’s loud enough to know that you think the minority’s foul
“I got a new car, a great job, I paid off my house
But now a black family’s next door. How can I be proud?”
Don’t understand? get the lyrics, put your eyes on the song
Every time you think you figured out which side that I’m on
And when you figured out there never was a side, and alarms
Go off inside your mind, the time is up, and die by the bomb
I’m only a human being, but I choose to be bigger
And target everyone who would’ve called my father a…
So every time you compliment me and you say that I’m lit
Just understand that it’s a black man that taught me that shit
If Ronald…. Tom Macdonald could make it, the sky’s the limit
And I don’t have to look like every wack rapper to get it
I don’t have to follow trends and every media gimmick
I don’t have to be a fucking clown to make me a living
I don’t have to wear a fucking dress to get me attention
I don’t have to pop an album out my dick like I’m pregnant
I don’t have to do every single thing as an act
Like I was never in this mother fucking genre to rap
While they tell me who I sound like or remind them about
Like I’m affected by the bullshit that comes out your mouth
Instead of giving me credit for what you never could do
If I was a quarter good as Em I’d still be better than you
But yet the island chose to ride the nuts of strangers and clowns
Instead of bigging up somebody coming straight from their town
So when you say we went to school and you were someone I knew
I’m gonna look at you confused like “who the fuck are you?”
Y’all are not as smart as you think you are
Y’all post alot of that bullshit, but y’all don’t really know
Y’all are not as smart as you think you are
Y’all don’t really know what the fuck you’re talking about
Y’all are not as smart as you think you are
You hear it from another stupid mother fucker and you’re like “hey”
Y’all are not as smart as you think you are
I know everything
You’re a mother fucking asshole
Yea
You’re a mother fucking asshole
You’re a mother fucking asshole
Or maybe I’m a fucking asshole
Or maybe we’re all fucking assholes
Asshole
Asshole
It’s almost like I hate rap, but I love rap, you know?
Cause it’s the fucking people, not the music
You mother fuckers got a lot to say, but not a lot to do
As you wait for other fools to guide you to the spot they choose
Gossip off the shit that others told you like the topics true
And spread the nonsense like the shit is honest and it’s solid news
Maybe life is just too nice to you. Nobody ever comes
To break the news that you should change your plans because you’re fucking dumb
Maybe gaining hearts and likes and views all have you feeling pumped
But what’s your plan when you get older and nobody gives a fuck?
Signed a deal to be a singer, wanted a pot to piss in
Now your retarded ass is just playing a politician
How the fuck is your name influencing a battalion
When you twerk on onlyfans like you’re Megan the fuckin Stallion?
Oh, cancel me, pussy, it’s what you do
It’s easy to run away from opinions when it’s the truth
It’s easy to want a voice but then shit on others that have them
And when you may disagree you just cancel it. Yea, it’s cute
So label me the aggressor and a pessimist, shunned
Like an infections in my genetics, the pressure is tons
Ignored my need to make perfection cause my exit is loved
By people spending time to ride an ex-presidents nuts
Racist fucks on the island with excuses that boil it
Then all avoid it when their businesses all go down the toilet
And use a president to come out of the cover they voided
But then get mad when mother fuckers use their voice to exploit it
It’s kinda funny how they claim that the majority’s loud
It’s loud enough to know that you think the minority’s foul
“I got a new car, a great job, I paid off my house
But now a black family’s next door. How can I be proud?”
Don’t understand? get the lyrics, put your eyes on the song
Every time you think you figured out which side that I’m on
And when you figured out there never was a side, and alarms
Go off inside your mind, the time is up, and die by the bomb
I’m only a human being, but I choose to be bigger
And target everyone who would’ve called my father a…
So every time you compliment me and you say that I’m lit
Just understand that it’s a black man that taught me that shit
If Ronald…. Tom Macdonald could make it, the sky’s the limit
And I don’t have to look like every wack rapper to get it
I don’t have to follow trends and every media gimmick
I don’t have to be a fucking clown to make me a living
I don’t have to wear a fucking dress to get me attention
I don’t have to pop an album out my dick like I’m pregnant
I don’t have to do every single thing as an act
Like I was never in this mother fucking genre to rap
While they tell me who I sound like or remind them about
Like I’m affected by the bullshit that comes out your mouth
Instead of giving me credit for what you never could do
If I was a quarter good as Em I’d still be better than you
But yet the island chose to ride the nuts of strangers and clowns
Instead of bigging up somebody coming straight from their town
So when you say we went to school and you were someone I knew
I’m gonna look at you confused like “who the fuck are you?”
Y’all are not as smart as you think you are
Y’all post alot of that bullshit, but y’all don’t really know
Y’all are not as smart as you think you are
Y’all don’t really know what the fuck you’re talking about
Y’all are not as smart as you think you are
You hear it from another stupid mother fucker and you’re like “hey”
Y’all are not as smart as you think you are
I know everything
You’re a mother fucking asshole
Yea
You’re a mother fucking asshole
You’re a mother fucking asshole
Or maybe I’m a fucking asshole
Or maybe we’re all fucking assholes
Asshole
Asshole
( D1c3 )
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