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