[Verse 1]
My momma raised in the flames of the South Bronx
Without a name and no food in the household
Me, I was raised with a spoon in my mouth
Few cars and a yard, cartoons not allowed though
I see my momma in my dreams when I'm pensive
I see you n***as throwin' shade in my mentions
I hit that with the sunray disinfectant
I put the double forte in offensive
Yeah, I got straight A's at my prep school (I did)
That's probably why I'm gettin' paid like The Mets do
Another day, another check, nothin' special
Another day, same ten in my bedroom
Like Shabazz, I was eighth grade president
Playin' jazz became my pain medicine
Saw you in congress, wrong colored skin
Caught in the spotlight—raw venison

[Interlude]
You know how many people would love to see you fail at this shit?
Fall flat on your face (Hmm)

[Chorus]
Like Ye with a little more brains on him
Like Wayne with a little less braids on him
Like Wade, how I dribble then fade on 'em
Like pain, rip a edo tensei on 'em
Like Ye with a little more brains on him
I write tates like I'm Citizen Kane on 'em (I do)
I get paid, all my dividends stay on me (I get paid)
I get paid every time that y'all hate on me
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I make my own beats—Dwight Schrute
Yeah, my music on fleek, I'm the maestro
Every syllable right, like a haiku
I'm unkillable, doomed if you try to
I'm addicted to rhymes and acai too
I could quit anytime I decide to
When they question my clout, my authority
I be leavin' no doubt, like Stefani
I'm the hootin'est-tootin'est Yosemite, shootin' that fire between your ears
No felony (Brr-ahh!)
Droppin' facts, a activist's worst enemy—(Wait)
When the fuck did Carlton get dope melodies?
I been rappin' since back in the days, my fro was big
I been nappin' my way through the great a-wokening
Yeah, I'm everything rappers just ain't supposed to be
So I've been cast as a villain—Don't get close to me

[Chorus]
Like Ye with a little more brains on him
Like Wayne with a little less braids on him
Like Wade, how I dribble then fade on 'em
Like pain, rip a edo tensei on 'em
Like Ye with a little more brains on him
I write tates like I'm Citizen Kane on 'em (I do)
I get paid, all my dividends stay on me (I get paid)
I get paid every time that y'all hate on me