[Wiki - Verse 1:]
My life's a song , nah, a sitcom
Just goes on and on no direction
Just a theme song in my head on repeat
I need to keep calm Before i freak out
Can't complete it I couldn't conceive the grievance
Something I ain't seen Need to write me off the second season
Got him some sort of disease
Or had some other actor take my part for cheaper
I could not believe it You would do him dirty like sneakers
In the mud, what the fuck was the reason?
I was sick but wasn't hеaving
Had no heavy breathing, wasn't bleeding
It was in my head in a way you couldn't trеat it
Huh? Paranoid, every noise it made him squeamish
Had to see rational theme I breeded
That my team was schemin'
They wanna leave him out of everything they do
Yeah, until they need him
Something to eat, a place to watch TV, a spot to sleep in
They switch the topic when I start to see it
Are you my habibi? Or are you a good for nothing rotten heathen?
They look at me like, jesus, Wik, when you really start believin'?
Looked in the mirror and I start to feelin bad for myself
Cause the man I see could be a demon, I ain't-
A saint, despite what I be preachin'
I fucked, I lied, I cheated, I drank-
Til I sank, I tried to beat it but I can't
I'm an ant in a colosseum
Now I'm a tank to your college thesis
Burned it down, started reading scripture
But it was Big L - The Big[ger] Picture
It was Biggie, it was Christopher that got me through high school
Suicidal thoughts got me, I was suicidal
Like fuck it though, I'm a piece of shit
And right on top of the bucket list, it's nothing, it's-
Put me in hell with the other sick fucks that wanted this
I know I'm not alone stuck in this, til there's nothing left
Went from a lil skipper to a sunken ship
Wasn't a fuckin rig, not oil, was blood pumped in him
Help myself up, start to boil up again
Melted the oven mitt, shit, fell back in love with it
[Wiki & Subjxt 5 - Chorus:]
What I'm made of!
What I'm made of: blood vessels and veins covered with makeup
For the sake of the muscles I flex
Already thought I was a saint but now I'm comin' direct
So ears open, but cover your heads
Before you get hit with some shit leave you bloody and red
Make some Oxford Brits say, "Oh my days!
I didn't know the kid was so bloody well-read!"
I don't want your praises, nah, I want money instead
And I'm not lazy when I'm layin' up in my bed
Cause my mind stays racing comin' up with the next shit
And I'm not crazy maybe need to get me some rest, and-
(just maybe, uh)
[Wiki - Verse 2:]
I wanna make ya'll understand what I'm saying
When I start with this statement:
I love everything on the face of this earth
But, for what it's worth, I hate when
I stay awake pacing, brain replayin' how they blame him
For the way I say some shit, seems like some made-up shit
Or make fun of the way I look, my unibrow, the way I spit
The way I live, call him Wiki "Frida"
The only had the taste for basic shit, they picky eaters
Then I face it, ain't no disgracing this just cause they had disdain for it
I'm embracing it
Got "Ball God" engraved in my handkerchief
A mutt: a mix of Great Dane and a Pit
But no one wanna go face-to-face with the kid
I'm racing with myself, it's Wik v. Wik, see
I don't want no part of the lane that you in
Cause it's a weird lane that you in, when you lame and you win
Shit, I told you on my debut, I was made for this shit
Got jokes? I got ghosts
You ain't got close, no
You? You don't got no dough
And even broke? You don't got no soul
Sound like a broken record: got no flow
Bozo souls
Why I get so gone off by 'em?
Why's it even worth letting 'em know?
Every petty bone in me broke
Like the levee letting my thoughts flow free, letting 'em go
Flooding all your homes, come for whatever you own
All while ending a drought, turned on its head
Everything you ever spoke
Made you question everything you were told and were pretentious about
And that's just the present, though
Most never know
Flew back from my old-school past, I will uphold
Throw out all my old raps, I will not choke
Throw him a whole new track, I will unload
No matter what it sound like, shit's true rap
So no matter what the beat like, it's boom-bap
You can excuse yourself but you can't excuse facts, zooted, Everything I know fluidly through rap so ya'll need to stop doing me like that
Excluded from the pack, threw him out, but then he threw it right back
A boomerang with some boomies and a pack
All the cats did him dirty? I'm doing 'em like that straight
Don't make the mistake of making Pat mad
Cause I will take that dap with yall graced styles with
Just as fast as ya'll raised ya'll fists
The disrespect
Tryna grasp who it is that raised ya'll kids
[Subjxct 5]
Who the fuck raised ya'll kids!?
[Wiki & Subjxt 5 - Chorus:]
What I'm made of!
What i'm made of? Blood vessels and veins covered with makeup for the sake of the muscles I flex
Already thought I was a saint but now I'm comin' direct
So ears open, but cover your heads
Before you get hit with some shit leave you bloody and red
Make some Oxford Brits say, "Oh my days!
I didn't know the kid was so bloody well-read!"
I don't want your praises, nah, I want money instead
And I'm not lazy when I'm layin' up in my bed
Cause my mind stays racing comin' up with the next shit
And I'm not crazy
Maybe need to get me some rest, and...just maybe
