[Intro]
Yeah
Turn me up
Yeah
Turn me up
Uh
PZMST uh huh
Yeah yeah
Don’t call me a
Don’t call me a
Ah


[Verse 1]
I feel like Corleone giving testimony
While I walk around like do they even know me
Imposter syndrome eating macaroni
But I’m feelin’ jaded, so am I the phony
That’s okay though, I’m a cross of Plato
Minister in his prime just like Berlusconi
In high school, I was a fly dude
But that was back then, now they waiting on me
Alright, I do not fuck with your gimmicks
Don’t critic the lyrics, just listen
My image is never satiric, it’s human condition
Ay
Joe Pesci with the GoodFellas
A little messy but a good dresser
And I could paint houses with the words that I’m bouncing
That’s why the allure’s better
I could not dumb it down
And go treat my fans like a bunch of clowns, that’s real
I feel like I run this town
The amici and me have to run it down, that’s zeal
I became who I intended and that’s my perspective
Whoever that want it can get it
This energy really kinetic, so buy out the tickets
‘Cause this ain’t a show it’s a message
[Hook]
Don’t call me a fraud or call me a wog
Or tell me about all these numbers on the board
Don’t call me a god, or call me a pawn
Or try to just fit me to your little squad
This wasn’t the plan, I am what I am
I cannot fit into your frames on the gram
So call me the man, I’m so in demand
I turn all my enemies into my fans, ay
Don’t call me a fraud or call me a wog
Or tell me about all these numbers on the board
Don’t call me a god, or call me a pawn
Or try to just fit me to your little squad
This wasn’t the plan, I am what I am
I cannot fit into your frames on the gram
So call me the man, I’m so in demand
I turn all my enemies into my fans, ay

[Verse 2]
So now I need all the smoke, I need all the hits
I need all these things on my bucket list
I need your girl when nothing fits
To come buss it down and just cuff my wrists
I ain’t tryna hear from your publicist
Do not give me advice how to run this bitch
I see the crowd moving, and the love I get
So here’s my middle finger as a subtle hint
I’m cool, this is a land that was stolen
Excuse the emotion, but I’m not rolling with the fools
Acting so pious, the gatekeeper’s biased
And you can not come around make the rules
Fuck being stable, I’m turning the tables
No longer just waiting for you to approve
Did it alone, now I’m back in my zone
And i’m stuck in my ways, so I just hit a groove
Ugh ugh
I got my foot on the gas, and one on the brakes
Pull up and I brace, can this take me to space
The thrill of the chase got me finding my grace
Damn, I’m trying to start up this business
I’m feeling so damn ambitious
Tryna turn cons into pros, and prose into profits
And that’s at the top of my wishlist
I need a witness
[Hook]
Don’t call me a fraud or call me a wog
Or tell me about all these numbers on the board
Don’t call me a god, or call me a pawn
Or try to just fit me to your little squad
This wasn’t the plan, I am what I am
I cannot fit into your frames on the gram
So call me the man, I’m so in demand
I turn all my enemies into my fans, ay
Don’t call me a fraud or call me a wog
Or tell me about all these numbers on the board
Don’t call me a god, or call me a pawn
Or try to just fit me to your little squad
This wasn’t the plan, I am what I am
I cannot fit into your frames on the gram
So call me the man, I’m so in demand
I turn all my enemies into my fans, ay

[Outro]
Don’t call me a fraud or call me a wog
Or tell me about all these numbers on the board
Don’t call me a god, or call me a pawn
Or try to just fit me to your little squad
Uh
Ay
Ha