[Intro]
Poetics, bring the drums in
[Verse 1: Datin]
I am just puzzled, I don't understand
How this crap you're recording can sell
You rap about coke that you're snorting and lean that you're pouring
It's boring and corny as hell
You ninjas full of yourselves, you claim to be God
Even if you have Maury himself
Tell me that you are the Father, I'll tell 'em to shut up
I don't believe stories you tell, yeah
[Chorus: Datin]
You go to the dealer and you drop back (Drop back)
Then you hit the mall up and you pop tags (Pop tags)
You get all the ladies, 'cause you got cash (Got cash)
To the Lord, all your riches are a snot rag (Woah)
It's murder, murder, murder when you drop tracks (Drop tracks)
Saw demise, all your listeners'd rot fast
But you think you good 'cause you gave a lot back
To the Lord, all your deeds are a snot rag (Woah)
[Verse 2: Datin]
Whether on boom-bap or G-Eazy beats
I will eat these emcees easily, just keep on feedin' me
I have been spazzin' since CDs and DVDs
Way before my fans were streamin' me
You're just a jit, wet poo-poo stains in your BVDs
Why would you try to compete with me?
I'm throwin' fits, because I'm starving, I need to feast
You will become meat between my teeth
Homie, that's it, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Swaizy]
Shoot my shot for the glory, yeah
All y'all chasin' euphoria
In the backwashed world with the normies, yeah
When they open the gates, see my trophy, yeah
Shoot my shot for the glory, yeah
All y'all chasin' euphoria
In the backwashed world with the normies, yeah
When they open the gates, see my trophy, yeah (Achoo!)
[Chorus: Datin]
You go to the dealer and you drop back (Drop back)
Then you hit the mall up and you pop tags (Pop tags)
You get all the ladies, 'cause you got cash (Got cash)
To the Lord, all your riches are a snot rag (Woah)
It's murder, murder, murder when you drop tracks (Drop tracks)
Saw demise, all your listeners'd rot fast (Rot fast)
But you think you good 'cause you gave a lot back (Lot back)
To the Lord, all your deeds are a snot rag (Woah)
[Verse 3: Swaizy]
Ayy, yeah (Brrr!)
Rappin' with people that's famous
Funny thing is, they don't care 'bout the fame (No, no)
It ain't in my hands how you tryna blame us
When we only trying to lift up His name
Funny thing is, they still say this lame
Funny they comment on posts with some flames (That's fire)
It ain't so funny when you care 'bout money or hunnies
Way more than they care 'bout God's reign, huh
Woah, I see temptation, bro, I got to go
Might be the Devil, he come for my soul
He see my shine, but that don't mean it's gold
My G wore the crown, so he sit on a throne
I know it's hard to admit it
Mr. Krabs, 'cause you care for your riches
Crazy that life can be based off some digits
Literally, never mind, I got the recipe (Yeah)
They ain't here playin', so we gon' [?]
It's heavenly, we really speak the truth into our melody
Preach to the streets, but it don't look like Sesame
Reach somethin', see that we don't mess with enemies
None of you thought I'm just gon' stand with the Rock
I'm just gon' stand with the Rock
Don't care what you got, bro, this ain't me, that is God
Bless you, bro, all that is snot, ayy (Okay)
[Outro: Swaizy]
Shoot my shot for the glory, yeah
All y'all chasin' euphoria
In the backwashed world with the normies, yeah
When they open the gates, see my trophy, yeah
Shoot my shot for the glory, yeah
All y'all chasin' euphoria
In the backwashed world with the normies, yeah
When they open the gates, see my trophy, yeah (Achoo!)
