[LYRICS]
Walking down the street
Momma, I ain't stomping on these twigs
I ain't here to hear you out about your grief

I'm about to breathe
Fire down upon you motherfuckers
I abandoned those who once abandoned me

Talk about a stage
I'm a mediocre Shakespeare
Boasting through the waves - booling in the caves

Sitting in the same
Rotten spot you left me in
I ain't your fucking puppet thespian, today

Rockets in the North
Kimmy finna blow it
Donny talking out his ass, and all all you n***as just support

Shoulder to the cold
Witness to the madness that unfolds
Hide the fear you feel by cracking fucking jokes

Calling up the pope
Tell him we about to raid the Vatican
All your little secrets be exposed

You ain't dropping flames
Talking about a damn monopoly
Pockets thinner than my motherfucking waist

What a fucking waste

Aced the damn exams, but you ain't with it
Get it - there ain't shit to get