[Verse 1]
I made a living pissing people off
They tried to claim that it’s a gimmick, that ain’t him at all
If I did it to get rich I woulda’ came and left so quick
I wouldn’t keep on dropping hits
I woulda’ had already quit or stopped
Middle fingers flipping I can’t switch’em off
Y’all are triggered that I got your kids involved
Sing along, rather have a son afraid of guns or wears his sister’s bra
Then a kid that knows the lyrics to my songs, you’re appalled
I saw this coming like a crystal ball
Every time I write a lyric, really feel like it’s a gift from God
Ain’t no label you complain but I ain’t gettin’ dropped
And I ain’t quitting my job
[Chorus]
Can’t take my face off your T.V. screen, your YouTube feed
You know you can’t escape all you see is me
You hate but you can’t turn me down
You hate me but your kids don’t
They’d rather listen to me rap than watch the Flintstones
Just be happy that my lyrics your kids know
Ain’t glorifying doing drugs or shooting you with pistols
The world thinks I’m a villain, well stand in my shoes and look down on you
And you’ll see why I been feeling like I hate the view
And why I do what I do
I made a living pissing people off
They tried to claim that it’s a gimmick, that ain’t him at all
If I did it to get rich I woulda’ came and left so quick
I wouldn’t keep on dropping hits
I woulda’ had already quit or stopped
Middle fingers flipping I can’t switch’em off
Y’all are triggered that I got your kids involved
Sing along, rather have a son afraid of guns or wears his sister’s bra
Then a kid that knows the lyrics to my songs, you’re appalled
I saw this coming like a crystal ball
Every time I write a lyric, really feel like it’s a gift from God
Ain’t no label you complain but I ain’t gettin’ dropped
And I ain’t quitting my job
[Chorus]
Can’t take my face off your T.V. screen, your YouTube feed
You know you can’t escape all you see is me
You hate but you can’t turn me down
You hate me but your kids don’t
They’d rather listen to me rap than watch the Flintstones
Just be happy that my lyrics your kids know
Ain’t glorifying doing drugs or shooting you with pistols
The world thinks I’m a villain, well stand in my shoes and look down on you
And you’ll see why I been feeling like I hate the view
And why I do what I do
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