[Intro]
Bring—bring—bring—bring it—bring it on
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thing

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I think they hate it when I go rappidy-rappidy
My life is a tragedy, so why even debate it?
I’m lowkey underrated but they’ll never admit it
I ask for a favor and they sayin' mo like a Simon decision
I write, mix, and master my art
But they don’t see the vision
I can’t wait for the day they say “Man, that boy did it!”
Fuck a critic
The last time you had seven figures was your mom’s seven digits
I cut off they knees, have 'em walkin' like midgets
I’m self-aware but pretend to be the smartest
But I paint a picture with my words like I’m an artist
I go hard in the brain like I’m Bob Ross
Funny how they say “No cap” but I knock they top off
These trap rappers more cringey than Slim Jesus
He rap like he got a mouth full of Cheez-Itz
They some off-whites
I’ll kill you then resurrect you into the wrong life
Bars
Aye
[Hook]
Bring—bring—bring—bring it—bring it on
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Bring—bring—bring—bring it—bring it on
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Bring—bring—bring—bring it—bring it on
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thing

[Verse 2]
I came in wit’ a drum
All of these bitches and they actin’ so dumb
I am in pain, I am so numb
I stand on two feet so you better run
I am on fire just like the sun
Say that I’m finished but I’m not even done
I am yo dad and you are my son
I’ll send shots but I will not diss
The media focusing on problems that do not exist
I’m keeping my guard and triggered thoughts on my side
Sadly, they will not care, until you die, aye