Difficult

[Intro]

Ayy

[Verse 1]

Pulled pork sliders

Headed for satori in jorts and horse blinders

I'm more for the sordid, got nan for the normies

Cornered, my storm got plans for the Dorothies

I storm off, forged from my gramp's war stories

Short sword swinging like a dance floor in the forties

My oars both row in a ocean of fringe science

The low road's owner of the most pinched lighters

I maybe got a thousand

My crane kick plays like a train through a mountain

My neck chop plays like blades on a frisbee

All tally-ho, had the whole place in a tizzy

Is you widdit?

Fake name, wake made of windswеpt village

Visit where thе simps get skittish

Some get a signal to the ships in the distance

Most get crickets, it's slim pickings

[Chorus]

Folk say I'm difficult

I'm too stubborn

It's funny, I'm real easy

Y'all buggin'

[Verse 2]

I like film cameras, and slim chances, and

I always put the chips in the sandwich

Yeah, bitch, picture a hiccup in the curriculum

Clearing off his coattails, tones yelling, "Finish him"

Stone-faced, always with the same two sidekicks

One, no, both are comedically oversized fists

Pack a wallop, I wallop a whole pack of punks

Pretty much a grizzly plucking sushi out the salmon run, Troubleman-ish, I'm an apple with no tree

I'm ground swell crashing every castle at Jones Beach

It's beautiful as Jolene hair in the sun

Or any adversary wrapped up in an area rug, oh, Jesus

Aes loves all animals and plant life

Songbirds eat from his hand, you goddamn right

Odd man out, bad hand fanned out

Trying to man up, man down

[Chorus]

Folk say I'm difficult

I'm too rigid

It's funny, I'm real easy

Y'all trippin' (Ayy)

[Verse 3]

Every time an influencer offers advice, I feel years coming off of my life

I feel blood shooting out of my ears

Still, I'm apparently a sucker for these houses of mirrors, okay

Homeboy, I could turn a dollar into two

With no job, all I do is hit a pot with a spoon

To anybody clocking to copy his every move

Catch a birdie from the window of a rocket to the moon

Got a double-wide enclosure at the back of the zoo

Got a cat named Kirby, she could rap good too

Gadzooks, it'd behoove you to slow that roll

Around here we turn jokers into smoking holes

I'm a fever dream, I seen trouble nobody knows

Still show his home county how a nova explodes

That's a whole lot of woah on the stove

That's a whole lotta holes in your prose, gross

[Chorus]

Folk say I'm difficult

I'm too defiant

It's funny, I'm real easy

Y'all wildin'