[Intro]
Okay, all set? Let's go
[Verse]
I'm a raw dude, it's what I evolved to
And the shit you heard about me is probably all true
And what you call my peers in rap, I call food
Cut 'em into little pieces and dip 'em in fondue
Cocaine and Chartreuse to get loose and boost
These spastic outbursts occurrin' up in the booth
I'm writin' these dissertations
They writin' like mother goose
And their fans must be slow too 'cause they gettin' views
But it's cool 'cause I'm ridin' on my own path
Stayed out the way of the game and I chose that
Whilе they climb the Hollywood Mountain with a broke back
Sеllin' ass while they sellin' souls, sellin' both that
And I could've been G-Eazy, could've signed a big deal
Took those very same meetings but I got a weird feelin'
Lookin' at it now, that shit gives me the chills
'Cause to be G-Eazy would suck, dawg, for real
He on so many drugs, he got me lookin' sober
Now wipe that damn make-up off, you fuckin' poser
That Satan worshippin' Illuminati shit is over
And so is your career, dawg, let me give you closure
Throw this motherfucker in a halfway house
Before he spits another trash ass bar, just get him out
G, you makin' white boys look bad right now
And as a white boy, you don't get no pass right now
You could say that I'm a dick, I'd be inclined to agree
But I'm just sick of all these wannabe lyin' emcee's
Little puppets for their labels and secret societies
Up at Diddy gatherings, bunch of Hollywood creeps
Can't say from first hand, never been to one
For the tea, you gotta ask Meek Mill that one
Yeah, my skills ain't dull, Yeah, I'm still that one
You could say I'm not a legend but I feel like one
I'm the bastard son of Shady
So, whether or not he chooses to embrace me
Doesn't matter, he knows he's the one who made me
All those years ago when I was little more than a baby
He created a fuckin' monster so, love me or hate me
I'm still the fuckin' Jon Snow to the Shadiest throne
Thought I wanted it until I started makin' my own
North of the wall, underground, where the white walkers roam
All alone, but just look at how the Padawan's grown
With the death of Slim Shady there's an open slot though
Who you think's qualified? Fuckin' Jack Harlow?
Fuck no, it'd be a compliment to call him so-so
That white man can't jump, I mean shit, he can barely flow
I don't know him, I'm just sayin' he ain't got it like that
And nor do most of the rappers within my Spotify app
And if I don't do it then who else gon' take out the trash?
It's a thankless job so I just embrace it as that
But why you hatin' Webby? What's the fuckin' matter with you?
I don't know? I got bored, didn't have shit to do
Crushed an addy and snorted it, now I'm back in the mood
To massacre these whack rappers, I'm a savage, it's true
I'm not a mean guy, really, I'm just playin' my position
Which puts me in a position for rippin' my competition
But that don't mean I hate everybody, don't you forget it
I got underground alliances with some of the illest
I know Canadian rappers, real Canadian rappers
Who didn't move to the states and stop claimin' it after
Yeah, you know who I mean, that's just my thoughts on the matter
And regardless of the science I'm an anti-Daxxer
Shout to Merkules, DTG and Quake
Shout to Classified and Choclair leadin' the way
And any other real Canadians I'm meanin' to say
But above all else it's rest in peace Pat Stay
Wait, you didn't say Drake, uh, yeah, I know
I'm not a girl with bad musical taste or a homo
I ain't big enough to diss him though, he's out of my league
And after Kendrick caught that body, honestly there's no need
So, fuck it, nothin' matters 'cause whatever I do
I'm not part of the program so I ain't gettin' the views
I could fuckin' cure cancer, go and get on the news
I still won't get the credit whenever the credit is due
But if you do get mad at what I said today
I won't apologize and yes, it was meant that way
But fuck it, I can't help the fact I am this way
Wish I wasn't sometimes, but fuck it sometimes
And sometimes some shit just gotta be said
And who else gon' do it? So screw it, go get my meds
A couple ketamine crystals and a joint to the head
I'm that microphone killa, now that microphone dead
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