Feeling the craze I'm cantankerous
Cause I'm feeling hazed and it's hazardous

Poisonous fades I'm not ponderous
Throwing the lamp shades, cause they're feeling like they onto us

Wow. Most people man don't pay attention
Hates gonna hate, while you take a pension

Don't listen to your haters man I never listen
And I'm sitting in my rari chains glistening

I know, don't get fazed by the naysayers
Punch it out throwing mayweather haymakers

But how can you improve when don’t know where you’re at
Like Babe Ruth never picked up a bat

I’ll end up homeless, call it tin canned
Can I talk to the hand if I’m spitting for the man?

If they can understand, turn a hater to a fan
So i can take this shit on tour, turn this album to a brand

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They already tell me to sound professional
The sound quality sucks, a laptop mic is untenable

The music’s too loud, I can’t hear the words well
You can’t rap, you weren’t raised in hell

You don’t have enough lines to carry a single track
The records are all fine but it's passion that you lack

If you trying to sound like gambino
Whip up some creamy lines, top it with maraschino


Childish lines come natural, like it’s god’s blessing
8 mile in scotland yards cause I leave them guessing

If a show is what you want, a show is what you’ll get
Like an absent father, haven’t heard enough yet

Straight outta mv, so you don’t wanna test me
Sneezing on the beat, but Dj Khaled has blessed me

I’d like to say thank you for your consideration
Cause of y’all I filled more tracks than college applications

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God we need more christ up in this christening
Whole generation talking so nobody is listening

It’s nice to hear the compliments, but when it’s fake
Ya’ll sound like tony tiger: Z, They’re great

I like “here’s why this should change and how”
I’ve done so many pull-ups I’m a big kid now

Change up my style, wipe the sweat off my brow
I’mma end this man’s career bada boom bop bow

All the influence culminates, ruminating in my Brain
Keeping the fast pace, I’m sprinting bolt Usain

But’s it’s Out with the old, and in with the insane
Folding up that gold, make a thousand paper cranes

This is for the people saying it should be better
Like California man, you’re music could sound wetter

Cause If I make it big, It’s all on you
I say listen to the haters, cause they listen too

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