Verse:

Pass me a mic and you know I finna kill
Pass me some of the sauce and don’t dare fuckin’ spill
I impregnate the rap game, Drake will need an abortion pill
I make it so clean I make Gucci look mentally ill
Like when he made the song with Jake for a quarter-mill
Call Baby and Yachty the best, these fuckers copied Wayne and slapped on a “lil”
I don’t need to be famous, I still possess the skill
I don’t need to be famous to stack up all ‘em bills

Chorus:

I keep makin’ tracks, don’t need to be famous
I still put in my max, don’t need to be famous
Carry it all on my back but I don’t need to be famous
Drop bombs that still slap, don’t need to be famous

Verse:

Y’all only call me terrible cause of my lack of plays
Y’all mock all the words without knowing what I say
Y’all wanna crack me but ya just throw out the word “gay”
Y’all wanna make me empty but I cannot be drained
All these fake rappers are constantly lazy
I have no studio but I could crank out daily
Don’t forget what I said when I freestyled on Shady
You can hate and hate but you’re still gonna see me
Em, Joyner and Jay treat each bar carefully
But ya wanna blast Pump, Xan and Playboi Carti
Why does it take nothing now, I wanna see ya do it uniquely
I don’t strive for fame I wanna do it differently
Chorus:

I keep makin’ tracks, don’t need to be famous
I still put in my max, don’t need to be famous
Carry it all on my back but I don’t need to be famous
Drop bombs that still slap, don’t need to be famous

Verse:

If you don’t know how to make a song with good structure
Then just quit, don’t get a ghost writer
It should come as naturally as your own culture
You should play yourself instead of all of the others
I’m tired of seein’ all these fake-ass rappers
They say they write their own bars but they can’t read a chapter
And they’ll go to rally but then we hear that he hit her
You’re just about as rational as Adolf Hitler

Chorus:

I keep makin’ tracks, don’t need to be famous
I still put in my max, don’t need to be famous
Carry it all on my back but I don’t need to be famous
Drop bombs that still slap, don’t need to be famous