[Verse 1]
How you doing? I'm another n***a rapper
And no, I'm not a trapper
Lames are what I capture
Been a couple months since I gained all my self-esteem back
Lord Mackovich, weird fucker activist
Fuck a stereotype, I don't get any of your hype
You smoking weed with no guarantee of success in your sight
You making noise, and they call it noise
'Cause they want to turn it off
Shut it down real quick, time to go back in the shack mode
Work for your bland raps
I'm not the best of the best, I just need some art in my ears
Everybody want to go hard so badly, it's pitiful and so crappy
Crafty little punch lines, you happy?
You remind me of my hand, super tacky
Your style so dry like my knuckles, begging for lotion, too ashy
Damn

[Chorus]
Don't get so mad at me, to you I'm just another rapper
Don't get so mad at me, to you I'm just another rapper

[Verse 2]
No, I'm not an emcee, I make beats and I rap on 'em
Fuck your lyrics, yes I'm new to all of this shit, such a misfit
Two years going in the bitch, five years for the instrumentals
Yes I'm mental, your flow rental
I'm so simple, 'til you get to the point
I'on even want to talk
Break your knees, why you standing you don't even have to walk?
Talk shit go ahead, I just want to break shit
Turn [?]
Take a piss on your mixtape, started getting soon
Tryna fight [?], have you looking to the moon
Young coon [?]
Better read a couple books, while I take the time to unwind
Don't worry about me, I'm fine, you lost the game
Now you suffering, while I watch the rain
Transform to blue flame, don't try to get in my brain
And just don't try to get in my way (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
Don't get so mad at me, to you I'm just another rapper
Don't get so mad at me, to you I'm just another rapper