(Verse)
Yo, I’ve seen a lot of ni**as
So when them ni**as start talking reckless, I get offended
I get it, they try to keep a image, but look a little closer at the pictures
And you see that they chameleons
How you doing?
You in the motherf**king building?
Ni**a, I’m an architect, got another crane and I don’t know if Imma park it yet
You ain’t even start one yet, f**k off my property
Tell Australia I’m sneaking in with a mic in my damn hand
Instead of the vegetables that I packed in my backpack
When Marshall had this problem, what the f**k was they telling him?
Is it cause of status or his melanin lacks black? Huh?
I think people love to be mad
How can I be misogynist? Love titties and ass
How can I be homophobic when my boyfriend’s a fag?
And we been hiding in the closet like our passion is fashion
Still trying to come out
Couldn’t deal with ni**as who decide to take the fun out
Probably cause I like to in places where the suns out
So comparing ni**as lights is a motherf**king bum out
Thought y’all nudist, but y’all clothes
I was bout to tee off and putt-putt till the end
Now it’s Anti-Golf Boys cause I don’t f**k with my friends
Worse thing they gave me was an opportunity and a pen
Freedom of speech? My freedom was breached
Border Patrol put me on streets immediately
For s**t I said when I was a virgin, repeatedly
Posting on Hypebeast cause nobody would listen to me
My child is product of me, very honest
Left of center, very different, they didn’t want us
They didn’t get us, didn’t fit enough for their standards
Diverse and loud, so they ignore us
You put your life in a child that everybody hates
Now everybody hates papa despite that papa’s great
But that’s your favorite child boy that’s your favorite one
Kids? Nope, I’m talking bout that Cherry Bomb
I don’t think they hear it, I was fearing deteriorating
Almost ate my spirit til the children cheered along
Watching them sing the songs
Eyeballs inspired from Pilot to 2Seater, I couldn’t steer them wrong
That’s why I rode the Mclaren, couldn’t stop at the Bimmer
Tyler losing himself, and that ni**a turned to a diva
Ni**a preaching and smiling, ni**a wilden and breathing
Tryna inspire all the little ni**as that wanna be him
But f**k that!, We want:
Cats cats daddy problems
Kickflip f**k f**k, cupcakes buttrape
Golf Wang, daddy problems fag fag dad dad
Bike lake everything that I hate, plus being sad
Y’all can cry about your year’s top rap new albums
Golf did a quarter million in about two hours
Money money ain’t the motive, but it is up for discussion
Ni**as fronting ni**as wish that they could f**k with my production
Saying you the plug, get your chords up
I was writing string sections on my tour bus
They adore me, my little birds
Be free flap your wings, I encourage it
I wish I had f**king Xanex problem
So y’all talk about how I deep I am
Man child in the flesh bi**h I’m Peter Pan
You captain teir hook muthaf**kas won’t ever be the man
I got a muthaf**king vision I don’t need your plans
So shut your muthaf**king mouth when I be speaking man
T the only sober ni**a that be tweaking fam
(Outro)
I don’t like rapping like that
