[Verse]
I think I'm a role model to anyone who ask (Ask)
Teacher think I'm cheating and she kick me out of class (Class)
Daddy think I'm grown up and I'm really kicking ass (Ass)
Mommy think I'm baby and I really need a nap (Nap)
Grandma think I'm a good boy and I'm witty when I rap
But she don't know what the fuck I'm saying, she can't hear me, I'm too fast
And if she found out what I was saying, she would whip me on my ass
And she would probably fall to the ground with a mini heart-attack
Fans think I'm talented and nifty with the craft
Haters think I'm corny and I'm cringy, and I'm trash
Labels think I'm selfish and I'm stingy with the cash
I think they don't like me, they can kiss me on my ass
Sister think I'm preoccupied, she miss me way too bad
But she don't want to give me a call, 'cause I'm too busy doing raps
Doing tracks, doing shows, doing hoes from the back
Doing this, doing that, doing great, doing bad
Ayy, tell 'em I got the remedy and the potion (Yeah!)
I just taught myself how to better breathe in the ocean (What?)
I be swimming through with the melody and the flow shift (Woah!)
When I pull up, all of the enemy they go, "Oh shit!" (Brr!)
Everything I do is dark and it tend to lead to commotion (Yeah!)
Then I be taking your heart, it's a felony for emotion (a motion) (Ah!)
I do it all for the art, but I presently got impulsion (Yeah!)
Profit, pussy, power, I definitely am indulging (Yeah!)
Definitely took my focus, definitely is the show biz
Definitely lying to you, is definitely not the motive (Nope!)
Definitely know some rappers who always study my flows
And actin' like they don't know me, they definitely went and stole it
Biting my shit, little appetite bitch
You would owe me quite a bag if I patented that shit
Rapping ass kid with an ugly demeanor
Like "Fuck my teachers," now I fuck my teachers (Fuck, fuck!)
I don't bust my heater, I'm a young mind-reader (No)
I can tell you a bitch, I ain't a tough guy either (I ain't a tough guy either)
I was just a little boy with a plus-sized feature
I don't ever get touched, I don't trust my preacher (Ha-ha)
Nuts hang low 'till they touch my sneakers
My socks are Ralph and my boxers are Tom (Yeah!)
Yeah, they told me that I got it all wrong
Yeah, I can't hear you, "La, la, la, la"
Need some money for my daddy and a lot for my mom (Huh)
Got the pressure on my shoulders, but I'm walking all calm (Yeah)
I think all the spotlight, make me wanna cause harm
So it's always on-sight, that is not a dot com (Yeah!)
Not too common commercially, y'all take longer to worship me
I'll be all in the murder scene, call a cop for security (Uh, uh)
Y'all don't want to encourage me, I'ma follow the person
Who causing all of the murders like Holocaust did to Germany (Brr, ayy)
Y'all impostors are irking me, costume on like you're working (Ayy!)
At Comic-Con or the circus, but I'm the opposite, heard of me? (What?)
I'm the guy to fuck you up, then walk you off to emergency (What?)
Just to impersonate as the doctor promptin' the surgery (Ayy)
Knuckle up to maturity, toughen up to authority (Yeah)
I don't want to kill all of 'em, just the fucking majority (Yeah)
Run amok on the orderly, motherfuckers ignoring me (What?)
I might even be wearing a button up, do it formally (Bla!)
Formerly known as: "Kiddie with no class" (Ha, huh)
"Kiddie with no bitches", "Kiddie with no cash" (Nope)
Kiddie was so sad, give him a Prozac (Huh)
But he never took it, now he act how the pros act (Ayy, ayy, ayy!)
Now he's a known act, giving out toe tags (Fuck, fuck!)
Fuck a co-sign, I'm too cold for the collab (Brr)
Who will oppose that? I need to know that (What? Huh?)
'Cause what’s a bullet if you got nowhere to blow at? (Brr- bla!)
Y'all softer than a cookie dough
If it means war, I'll be following the bullet holes (Yeah)
Fuck you mean I shouldn't go? You know what they say, right?
Better safe than sorry, better sorry than a pussy, though (Pussy)
Huh, all of y'all softer than a tootsie roll
If that cost a pretty penny, my shit gon' be beautiful (Bling!)
I'ma do it all alone but if I hit the jackpot?
I'ma thank God, like "Halle-fuckin'-lujah, ho!"
Yeah, halle-fuckin'-lujah, ho! (What)
I just hit the jackpot, halle-fuckin'-lujah, ho
I was always yellin' and suckin' on a titty as a two-year-old
Ain't shit changed, that's beautiful
Halle-fuckin'-lujah, ho— how the fuck you doin', ho?
Oh, I'm doin' good, I'm just plotting out your funeral (Yeah!)
I said, "I'ma kill 'em in the studio" (Oh)
And they said, "Over my dead body", I said, "Boy, that's doable!" (Boy! Hold up)
Uh, y'all sweeter than a sweet potato
I know they depressed like every time I see a hater
Fighting with yourself, well, I can be the mediator (Oh)
Shut your fuckin' mouth and maybe try to feed it later
Maybe try to get inspired 'stead of all the jealous anger (Uh-huh)
Maybe try to save a little 'stead of spending all your paper (Uh-huh)
Maybe try to buy a crib 'stead of livin' in a trailer
Maybe try to pull a chick 'stead of tryna pull a favor (Oh)
Uh, y'all softer than a Chia Pet
Pussy like a Cheetah Girl, I hope you don't PMS (Oh!)
I hope it won't be a mess, I know that you see I'm next
I know that you dream about me, wonder if you pee your bed (Psss)
Wonder when I'm gonna put my feet up on your seat and desk
Wanna kick me out? Nah, that ain't the way to treat a guest (Nah)
I am not an old head, I am not a new head
I am just a code red, code red
