[Intro]
Church
Yeah, I'm back, motherfuckers
They mad 'cause my little fuckin'
Profile picture ain't poppin' up on their stories, hahahaha
Church
[Chorus]
Look at these dudes, I'm y'alls dad
You see my spot, it makes you mad
With rap, you dropped out and I'm a grad
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes, I'm y'alls dad
[Verse 1]
Got a text last night about hateful spite
Somebody sayin' they could body me up on the mic, yeah, right
Stay lookin' in the mirror
Not even up in the venue and gettin' stagе fright
My pencil point got more lead than a pistol, boy
Thinkin' that you got a gеnius ploy
It's like a little kid dressed as a baby cowboy
Poppin' paper tabs with a fuckin' toy (Pew-pew)
Miss me again like always (Always)
I wish you would, I'm a sawblade (Sawblade)
I'ma cut through the underground game
Like I need to remove the trash down in the crawlspace
Infinite ammunition like an arms race
Firin' every shot with a boldface
Erased the hip-hop database spot
Less than he's even bein' honest
Honestly, bitches be gossipy
I'm such a star my nickname Astronomy
Hurt you with a pen and pencil
Then cut all your throats with my pocket that's full of apostrophes
You are a not-a-me, only a wannabe
Dude, you're an asshole, nope, sodomy
And I ain't sorry for bein' that honky
When y'all faker than Morgan Wallen's apology
Church
Yeah, I'm back, motherfuckers
They mad 'cause my little fuckin'
Profile picture ain't poppin' up on their stories, hahahaha
Church
[Chorus]
Look at these dudes, I'm y'alls dad
You see my spot, it makes you mad
With rap, you dropped out and I'm a grad
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
Look at these dudes, look at these dudes, I'm y'alls dad
[Verse 1]
Got a text last night about hateful spite
Somebody sayin' they could body me up on the mic, yeah, right
Stay lookin' in the mirror
Not even up in the venue and gettin' stagе fright
My pencil point got more lead than a pistol, boy
Thinkin' that you got a gеnius ploy
It's like a little kid dressed as a baby cowboy
Poppin' paper tabs with a fuckin' toy (Pew-pew)
Miss me again like always (Always)
I wish you would, I'm a sawblade (Sawblade)
I'ma cut through the underground game
Like I need to remove the trash down in the crawlspace
Infinite ammunition like an arms race
Firin' every shot with a boldface
Erased the hip-hop database spot
Less than he's even bein' honest
Honestly, bitches be gossipy
I'm such a star my nickname Astronomy
Hurt you with a pen and pencil
Then cut all your throats with my pocket that's full of apostrophes
You are a not-a-me, only a wannabe
Dude, you're an asshole, nope, sodomy
And I ain't sorry for bein' that honky
When y'all faker than Morgan Wallen's apology
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