Mt. Olympus

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T. + sample] Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank—fuck them niggas! Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine Thought they wanted radio, bi'h, make up your mind ("Yeah, ho!") [Verse 1] All this attention, I don't even know what I might do with it That "Control" beat is like an ugly bitch That everybody done fucked raw Maybe you hit it Aw, man, I'm more concerned Why niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone Ask me about this Kendrick shit That he ain't even really even diss me on I ain't drawn to all this propaganda Rap shit 'bout as real as Santa Now I'm lyrical all of the sudden Well last year they claim they ain't understand me I'm buryin' niggas, and pissin' on they graves Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain And they call me a slave Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body In the studio tryna calm your soul Lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers 5th wheel in my shottie I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible Page 1, come here, son Mind your manners, just be cool I know you lame when you was in school The little fame you ain't used to And it was easy for you to move through English class with your own thesaurus Like one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper But all my verses gonna be borrowed So I'ma take from all these Southern artists That mainstream never heard of Recycle all of they lingo And make sure I screw my words up Bravo for your swagger-jackin' I'm overwhelmed by your dedication You actually fooled these people into thinkin' That your music was innovative Frustrated, rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin' You tellin' me I can be king of hip-hop And they wouldn't give it to André 3000? Nigga, please, this award ain't got shit to do with us God could physically come down and say "He the greatest My favorite, y'all should listen, he have potential To outlive the heatwave I'mma send through this motherfucker And rebuild for a whole 'nother other culture" And that wouldn't be enough So fuck these haters and fuck these hoes Damn right, I still mean that [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T. + sample] Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap Thought they wanted trap ("Yeah, ho!"), thought they wanted bass ("Yeah, ho!") Thought they wanted molly ("Yeah, ho!"), thought they wanted drank—fuck them niggas! Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap Thought they wanted gold ("Yeah, ho!"), thought they wanted shine ("Yeah, ho!") Thought they wanted radio ("Yeah, ho!"), bi'h, make up your mind—fuck you niggas! [Verse 2] Hope the hook wasn't too simple Either way—nigga, I wrote it Yes, I made the beat, yes, I mixed the track I am far from wack, you a one-trick pony I don't fall in line, I define what's rhyme Fuck what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it Lotta rappers buried underneath my house They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber Snap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon King of every castle, how you signin' rappers? All these labels must be givin' out a raffle Wranglin' like cattle, keep a nigga shackled Leavin' people baffled, tap dance nigga Misleadin' all of your rap fans, nigga Might as well just do a lap dance, nigga Sap ass nigga Do whatever for some dap ass nigga I ain't got time To watch out for children, stay out my kitchen The shit that I'm cookin' ain't meant for your kind Crackin' and bashin' the shit out your spine King with a crown, humble and tall Tyrants never keep quiet, they'd rather be violent So I'm beheading them all The lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges You ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi What’s good for hip-hop may not be good for my soul So, I keep flexin', wreckin', for the people that respect it Check it, fuck your "Control" (Are you not entertained!) Bi'h! [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T. + sample] Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap Thought they wanted trap ("Yeah, ho!"), thought they wanted bass ("Yeah, ho!") Thought they wanted molly ("Yeah, ho!"), thought they wanted drank—fuck them niggas! Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap Thought they wanted gold ("Yeah, ho!"), thought they wanted shine ("Yeah, ho!") Thought they wanted radio ("Yeah, ho!"), bi'h, make up your mind—fuck you niggas! [Outro] Yeah, ho Yeah, I said it, "Fuck them niggas!" Yeah, I said it, "Fuck them niggas!" Yea, I said it, "Thought they wanted radio Bi'h, make up your mind—fuck them niggas!" [Produced by Big K.R.I.T.]