[Intro]
Yeah, ugh
What it is right now
This is Harry mothafuckin’ Mack
Reporting live from the studio
I ain't left in like three weeks (Heheheh)
My beard growing all nasty and shit
But I'm right where I wanna be man, believe that
Uh, yah, yah
Listen

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm fuckin' crazy
And y'all too fuckin' lazy
You don't work enough
I guess your heart don't hurt enough
Classic records, man, I guess you’ve never heard enough
I'm precise with my rhyme the way a surgeon cut
So turn it up, let this shit blast
Jazz drummer with a flow that give you whiplash
And quit acting like a bitch with yo’ bitch ass
Don't you know you get much smarter when you skip class? (Go)
So y'all can sip slow, I'd rather sip fast (Aye)
And y'all can tip-toe, I'd rather stomp on the game
Give a fuck about the comments and fame
All I wanted was the realest ones to honor my name
Never honor the president, Donald’s a lame
Why he wanna leave my sister and my mom in the rain
And he prolly would have rather seen Obama in chains
It's like four-year-olds that's playing with toys
But it's forty-year-olds that's playing with lives
Dropping bombs outta planes, swear the drama insane
Heaven versus Hell feel like Spawn in the flames
Cobain range from nirvana to pain (Whoo)
Yeah, and it's the dawn of the living
On a new mission
Switch names with Potter
Use my wand with precision, when I conjure a vision
They like "Mack, why you never calm when you spittin’?"
I'm like "Yo, man ain’t you looked outside?”
Don't you know innocent lives getting took outside?
People getting killed 'cause of how they look outside
Babies too, shit as real as Sandy Hook outside
Mind a earthquake, but won't nobody shook outside
Too fixated on their phones, yeah, they hooked outside
Still, nobody put their face in a book outside
Speaking of, I should prolly put a book out, I
Got too much to say for these hip-hop tracks
Where the less heart you give, the more you get props back
It's all money, cars, liquor; fuck a bitch, y'all wack
I'd rather fall off tomorrow than get rich off that
I told 'em
[Chorus]
I don't wanna be like you, no sir (Nope)
I just wanna, I just wanna live my own truth so pure (Right)
Stand tall, never lose my nerve (Never)
Careful how I choose my words (Yeah)
I don't wanna be like you, no sir (No)
I just wanna, I just wanna live my own truth so pure (C'mon!)
Stand tall, never lose my nerve (uh)
Careful how I choose my-- (C'mon)

[Verse 2]
Ugh
Trust we in it just to win it
Plus infinite with the style (Aye)
Quick to bust a cynic in his mouth (Ugh)
And leave my fist imprinted in his brow
They're tripping like somehow I ain't the sickest to spit it in a while
And shit is sacrilegious like a dissonant chorale
I turn a tough-talker into a timid little child
If I don't flow like a river, you’re swimming in The Nile (denial)
Get it? (Oh) My wordplay turn your grimace to a smile
I was fifteen with the system hella loud (Right)
Pacing in my room, I was drifting on a cloud
No mic, but my fist was to my mouth
And my eyes closed tight, just envisioning the crowd
See this used to be a dream
But I'm living this shit now, it's amazing
Same shit I was plotting with Brady in the basement
And while we’re digging through my memory compartments
I remember me and Nolan trippin' at the old apartments
Scrolling through those demographics
Tears in my eye
They done played my video in every country worldwide! Goddamn!
Hey, that's a big responsibility
Legend on my phone tellin’ me he's not feelin’ me
Messin’ with my zone, had to go and get it back
Sittin’ with a giant, had to go and spit a rap
Nervous like second-grade recital, 'til my idol
Told me inspiration moves in cycles, keep going
Missed calls from labels, I don't hit y'all back
All I hear is Ackbar yelling, "It's a trap!"
'Cause if bullshit wins and real spit falls flat
Spit a hot one hundred bars, tell them lists fall back
Talkin' like my shit is niche 'cause I kick raw facts
Talkin' like I oughta quit, ha-ha, picture that!
Talkin' fake it 'til you make it'; I can't dig on that
I rather dig my own motherfuckin' ditch, fall flat
Talkin' shit on my name like I'ma flinch off that
I stand inches from your face and I grip my sack
Talkin' money, cars, liquor; suck a dick, y'all wack
I'd rather fall off tomorrow than get rich off that
I told 'em
[Chorus]
I don't wanna be like you, no sir (nope)
I just wanna, I just wanna live my own truth so pure (C'mon)
Stand tall, never lose my nerve (Never)
Careful how I choose my words
I don't wanna be like you, no sir (No sir!)
I just wanna, I just wanna live my own truth so pure (Can I live)
Stand tall, never lose my nerve
Careful how I choose my--my

[Post-Chorus]
My soul ain't available for purchase
I dive low, they be staying at the surface
And I know, certain shit just ain't worth it
Yeah, I know certain shit just ain't worth it

And my soul ain't available for purchase
I dive low, they be staying at the surface
And I know, certain shit just ain't worth it
Yeah, I know certain shit just ain't worth it

Said my soul ain't available for purchase
I dive low, they be staying at the surface
And I know, certain shit just ain't worth it
Yeah, I know certain shit just ain't worth it
And my soul ain't available for purchase
I dive low, they be staying at the surface
And I know, certain shit just ain't worth it
Yeah, I know certain shit just ain't worth it

[Outro]
Ugh, yeah, ugh
It's not worth it, y'all
It's not worth it, ugh
It's not worth it, y'all (C'mon)
It's not worth it (Nah)
It's not worth it (C'mon)
It's not worth it (Nah)

Yeah (C'mon)
Nah