Intro [Viracocha Mendoza]:
Viracocha to the motherfucking whoo!
Yeah, ey
Shoutout Jay Beazy
That nigga wanted the jazzy beat and I ain't give it to him yet
Verse 1 [Viracocha Mendoza]:
Everyday I'm reminded: I'm scum of the Earth
My knack for self-damnation is divine, my word
I'm passive when taking action to realign my dirt
I'm confident that my actions do define my worth, uh huh
I just spent a month stalling
My niggas steady on the come up but your nigga out here free-falling
No doubt that if I push myself, I'll be one of the greatest
But I'm lazy, often dazing, having daydreams like I made it
I spent bread that I didn't have
Working hard to get it back
Summers in the studio with Tevin in at parents' pad
Meeting folks on twitter, some were artists, some did get my cash
Scamming little niggas, talking about "we bout to making it back"
See, I did verses more deserving of a different act
Ma knows my God always did have plans
But Pops told me to go be my own man
So when I needed help I just didn't ask
And now they know me, I'm the man
I'm calling all the shots, got my world in my hands
I'm juggling the secular, the holy, goddamn
I'm blasphemous, a chauvinist, a woman-less man, comprehend?
I know it's not how moms raised me
But I've been lustful of the fairer since the age three
I got love for you moms and you really did tame me
But I can hold my liquor and my honor to remain clean
Viracocha to the motherfucking whoo!
Yeah, ey
Shoutout Jay Beazy
That nigga wanted the jazzy beat and I ain't give it to him yet
Verse 1 [Viracocha Mendoza]:
Everyday I'm reminded: I'm scum of the Earth
My knack for self-damnation is divine, my word
I'm passive when taking action to realign my dirt
I'm confident that my actions do define my worth, uh huh
I just spent a month stalling
My niggas steady on the come up but your nigga out here free-falling
No doubt that if I push myself, I'll be one of the greatest
But I'm lazy, often dazing, having daydreams like I made it
I spent bread that I didn't have
Working hard to get it back
Summers in the studio with Tevin in at parents' pad
Meeting folks on twitter, some were artists, some did get my cash
Scamming little niggas, talking about "we bout to making it back"
See, I did verses more deserving of a different act
Ma knows my God always did have plans
But Pops told me to go be my own man
So when I needed help I just didn't ask
And now they know me, I'm the man
I'm calling all the shots, got my world in my hands
I'm juggling the secular, the holy, goddamn
I'm blasphemous, a chauvinist, a woman-less man, comprehend?
I know it's not how moms raised me
But I've been lustful of the fairer since the age three
I got love for you moms and you really did tame me
But I can hold my liquor and my honor to remain clean
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