[Intro]
I, I got it
I, I got it
I, I got it
I, I got it

[Verse 1]
Why, bother waiting for fucking help, right?
You thinking bout taking that shit yourself right?
Well Im with you. Get a vest and grab your pistol
Put that pistol to his chest and tell that head exec I sent you
Boom. Thats for all the people fed up
I decapitated the bitch and told him keep his head up
I recapitated that bitch and decapitated again
I recapitulated and celebrated his setup
We setting up shop, without your fucking label
Label support, label supporting a fucking fable
Fake as a four legged horse, with horns in yo' stable
They never thought they'd make a mistake that was fucking fatal
By passing up on a youngin who was gassin up for the avid fans
Whooping asses in public, bagging the budget of badder bands
Pulling up to your office to hear your offers and offing you in the process
Fuckers shoulda grabbed him up when they had the chance
Fuck'em all

[Hook]
Fuck that, Im in the driver's seat now!
Fuck that, Im in the driver's seat now!
Fuck that, Im in the driver's seat now!
Fuck that, Im in the driver's seat now!
I, I got it
I, I got it
I, I got it
I, I got it
[Verse 2]
Why bother waiting for fucking help, right?
You thinking bout taking that shit yourself right?
Pick up your middle finger say fuck'em all
Even fucking blog writers be telling me fuck a blog
No integrity, all these celebrities got endorsed
Started, paying off whoever sucking they cock and balls
Started, breaking off whoever seemingly popping off
Started, locking doors
Blocking the up and coming, blocking they fucking youngins
You stopping them short and dropping the ball
Dropping jewels while you pick up your drool, dropping your jaw
You'll be the first one to start the applause
Ask him to do a song, hop on your tour
Break your back to get closer to the authentic
You tried, your hair is thinning
Its time, your clock is ticking
You know ain't nobody copping, you copping to the competition
You barely got a pot to piss in
You wish that you had the Cynic, but nah!

[Hook]