[Verse 1]
They been prayin’ that I fall
I ain’t trippin’, not at all
I still run it, they still crawl
They so mad they not involved
Middle fingers, suck my balls
They been prayin’ that I lose
They all faker than the news
I’ve got nothin’ left to prove, that’s the truth
I’m tired of saying that if I can do it, you can do it
You’re only human
I’m like a fusion of man and computer, my synapse is wrapped in elastic and aluminum
All of these rappers are actin’ unusual
Mad at the plaques that are stacked in my studio
Y’all should be happy you're not in a cubical
But your upset, because my life is beautiful
I take my food to go, y’all are consumable
I hit the gym, carry the weight like the truman show
Hating on me should be unconstitutional
Sentenced to death in a [?], executional
Everybody tryna get me pissed off
I’m a big dawg, make a diss I can get rich quick from
I don’t trip, nah, I make hit songs
Everybody tryna copy me, from the little kids to Kid Rock
I see the conspiracy videos, claimin’ I’m Illuminati
See basically theories, like that is created by people who actually angry they’re not me
They make excuses for why I’m successful, and their still a failure, it’s actually tragic
The only way they can cope with the facts is by claiming I have an advantage, crackheads
Me and Nova used to live in a slum
In the middle of the hood, with the gangs and the guns
Had like 14 bucks for some milk and some buns
But then god spoke through me, like he planned it for us
I wrote “Dear Rappers”, I was mad and I meant that
Borrowed money from brandon for a Google ad
Paid him back when I got my first check from Tunecore, and that was 10 grand, yup
Then we bought a flash and a light stand
Then we bought a lens and red cam
We invested every single penny into records, gettin’ heavily in debt
But we were confident, eventually we would get fans
Then I wrote “Helluvit” and followed it with “WHITEBOY”
And they both got a million views
I was still in the hood, eating dollar store yogurt, recording the songs in my living room
I was in psycho mode, every song viral, though
Climbin’ the charts with a 5 dollar microphone
Still in the ghetto, my foot in the pedal
We were lucky if we made the rent, and the lights were on
Rushin’ to write a song, tryna survive it all
Nova would shoot it, and edit, and every night was long
We were so tired, and desperate with dire depression, we’re fightin’ like cats and dogs
I’m tired of ignoring the hate, it’s no longer okay
They should know they place
I ain’t got the bloodline that makes you enlightened, no masons controllin’ what I say
Novas last name is “Paholek”, you know that the Rockafeller name is fake
So go tell your Qanon homies that none of them know me
Say it to my face
They been prayin’ that I fall
I ain’t trippin’, not at all
I still run it, they still crawl
They so mad they not involved
Middle fingers, suck my balls
They been prayin’ that I lose
They all faker than the news
I’ve got nothin’ left to prove, that’s the truth
I’m tired of saying that if I can do it, you can do it
You’re only human
I’m like a fusion of man and computer, my synapse is wrapped in elastic and aluminum
All of these rappers are actin’ unusual
Mad at the plaques that are stacked in my studio
Y’all should be happy you're not in a cubical
But your upset, because my life is beautiful
I take my food to go, y’all are consumable
I hit the gym, carry the weight like the truman show
Hating on me should be unconstitutional
Sentenced to death in a [?], executional
Everybody tryna get me pissed off
I’m a big dawg, make a diss I can get rich quick from
I don’t trip, nah, I make hit songs
Everybody tryna copy me, from the little kids to Kid Rock
I see the conspiracy videos, claimin’ I’m Illuminati
See basically theories, like that is created by people who actually angry they’re not me
They make excuses for why I’m successful, and their still a failure, it’s actually tragic
The only way they can cope with the facts is by claiming I have an advantage, crackheads
Me and Nova used to live in a slum
In the middle of the hood, with the gangs and the guns
Had like 14 bucks for some milk and some buns
But then god spoke through me, like he planned it for us
I wrote “Dear Rappers”, I was mad and I meant that
Borrowed money from brandon for a Google ad
Paid him back when I got my first check from Tunecore, and that was 10 grand, yup
Then we bought a flash and a light stand
Then we bought a lens and red cam
We invested every single penny into records, gettin’ heavily in debt
But we were confident, eventually we would get fans
Then I wrote “Helluvit” and followed it with “WHITEBOY”
And they both got a million views
I was still in the hood, eating dollar store yogurt, recording the songs in my living room
I was in psycho mode, every song viral, though
Climbin’ the charts with a 5 dollar microphone
Still in the ghetto, my foot in the pedal
We were lucky if we made the rent, and the lights were on
Rushin’ to write a song, tryna survive it all
Nova would shoot it, and edit, and every night was long
We were so tired, and desperate with dire depression, we’re fightin’ like cats and dogs
I’m tired of ignoring the hate, it’s no longer okay
They should know they place
I ain’t got the bloodline that makes you enlightened, no masons controllin’ what I say
Novas last name is “Paholek”, you know that the Rockafeller name is fake
So go tell your Qanon homies that none of them know me
Say it to my face
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