[Chorus]
(To the fans) To the fans on the 'Gram that's scrolling
And this ain't no shade, but you're in the Shadeborough, comment section trolling
I can give you a page of this book that I write but I ain't no J.K. Rowling
And when I ain't composing, they're moaning, just close the back door if it's open, it's broken
(To the fans) To the fans on the 'Gram that's scrolling
And this ain't no shade, but you're in the Shadeborough, comment section trolling
I can give you a page of this book that I write but I ain't no J.K. Rowling
And when I ain't composing, they're moaning, just close the back door if it's open, it's broken

[Verse 1]
I got the fans all in man's business
Like how would you feel if I didn't come back from a drill?
Would you еven business?
They say that I'm so artistic to witnеss, I don't need no witness
And when I drop somethin' it's Christmas, the swiftness give you motion sickness
Mitch, you know who did this?
We do this for breakfast, whine 'til the breathless
Don't think you're nang in your necklace
You can tell by my exit and on my entrance, that I take pride in a sentence
Hedges & Benson just for the tension, you can hold smoke for your bredren
I did real life Read Dead Redemption, in school was good comprehension

[Chorus]
(To the fans) To the fans on the 'Gram that's scrolling
And this ain't no shade, but you're in the Shadeborough, comment section trolling
I can give you a page of this book that I write but I ain't no J.K. Rowling
And when I ain't composing, they're moaning, just close the back door if it's open, it's broken
(To the fans) To the fans on the 'Gram that's scrolling
And this ain't no shade, but you're in the Shadeborough, comment section trolling
I can give you a page of this book that I write but I ain't no J.K. Rowling
And when I ain't composing, they're moaning, just close the back door if it's open, it's broken
[Verse 2]
And my fans say I'm moving distant
But I'm always hitting it different but I ain't consistent
All I do is play my position, just listen, hear this transition
I used to run man down like Linford, in Brinsford, I'll leave him injured
Look, now the fans want pictures
Cah this all was a dream, I don't know about streams
And these Amiri, not Replay jeans
I was like sixteen, giving Tina to Steve, way before NoCap made, "Vaccine"
I was fresh out the green and fresh on the scene
I ordered canteen and a kiosk machine
I come up off shottas and dark soul queen
And I'm the hardest, what you mean? What you mean?
To my fans that keep complaining
Like, "Mitch, you ain't dropped in ages and ages" but the flow just changes
Go commenting on fake pages, just stream this 'cause it pays my wages
Lil Wayne to these new lil babies, in this Mercedes, I know what my lane is
My fans made me know what fame is

[Chorus]
(To the fans) To the fans on the 'Gram that's scrolling
And this ain't no shade, but you're in the Shadeborough, comment section trolling
I can give you a page of this book that I write but I ain't no J.K. Rowling
And when I ain't composing, they're moaning, just close the back door if it's open, it's broken
(To the fans) To the fans on the 'Gram that's scrolling
And this ain't no shade, but you're in the Shadeborough, comment section trolling
I can give you a page of this book that I write but I ain't no J.K. Rowling
And when I ain't composing, they're moaning, just close the back door if it's open, it's broken