Hans Niemann

[Intro] Ch-ch-che-che-check Uh—, oh fuck, wrong lyrics Ah, fuck, where is it? Where is it? Got it [Verse] And as the world spins on its axis I had to move backwards Cheated through the class Momma, I'ma be a rapper Treat it like it's bad, but I treat it like a passion Got the whole world thinkin' communism a fashion Nationwide love Hashtaggin' for the cousin Article after article, little nigga, I'm buzzin' Favorite rapper's favorite rapper Know your idols bumpin' the kid I used to be slumped in the crib Now they panty droppin' and bra throwin' They keep on askin' me bout NeedleDrop And all that's in motion I knew the block was steady feenin' Allah gave me the potion Now I move a crowd of hundreds strictly off the emotion, God damn Did it for myself then, I did it for the fam Did it for the fam, now I do it for the planet Came a long way from bologna and cheese sandwich But, every now and then, niggas cravin' a cheese sandwich 'Cause you could take the God out the hood But, you can't take the hood out the God I'ma say it proud, Know the game need me Win by any means, Hans Niemann Real niggas losin' to the needle Sisters gettin' killed for the cleavage Every Black soul on this Earth is internally bleedin' And every breath I take is gonna put me at risk I know that my first shit had put my ass on a list, but fuck it Only one way to live, and I pride on zakat All of myself to y'all is what I give Is you down with me I need to know, is niggas down with me Is you down with me Them white folks tried clownin' me In a sea full of clownery [Outro] You're up 2-0, what's the story, are you not happy or You're only half happy or-? What's there to be happy about? You're up 2-0 Job's not finished Job finished? I don't think so