作词 : Luca Mauti/M Mathers/B. Yewah/T. Williams

作曲 : Luca Mauti/M Mathers/B. Yewah/T. Williams

She says I am trash, but she listens to Tekashi (Damn)

Bitch, you lost me (Yeah)

Fair weather, wishy-washy

She thinks machine washed me

Swear to God, man, her favorite rapper wish he’d cross me

I love conflict, got a obnoxious (What?) subconscious

I'm afraid to unlock it (Nah)

Keep those monsters in the closet

I'm what an idiotic ('Otic) savant is (Savant is)

But I've been throwin' down

Gauntlets since that underground Rawkus (Yeah)

Where I planted my roots

That's how I had a whole planet that roots for me

As in the group, and no one thinks dark as I think (Nah)

So, imagine the havoc these black thoughts are to wreak

As in Trotter, I keep slaughterin' beats

Shout out to beat miners and T-minus

But, me, long as I breathe, promise to be honest

And wholeheartedly, apologies, Rihanna

For that song that leaked, I'm sorry, Ri

It wasn't meant to cause you grief

Regardless, it was wrong of me

But—

I be on my own (Yeah)

Head up in the clouds like Zeus

When they say, "You ain't the G.O.A.T."

I come down like, "Who?"

But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus

Swear, I could see the game from a bird's eye view (Ay)

Bitch, you talkin' to a rap god (Ay)

Girl, you talkin' to a monsta (Ay)

You could give your whole damn life to the music thing

They gon' turn around like they don't love you

(Yeah)

They woke a giant up

So, when I get back on my feet, don't wonder why, nah

**** is my head in the clouds (Nah)

G5, with the stewardess, gettin' head in the clouds

Mile-high club (Why?)

I give a flying **** (No)

Punchliner,

I'm just tryin' to survive in this climate of vaginas (Bitch)

They dyin' to cancel my ass, like Aunt Jemima

Syrup, I'm a shit-stirrer, you're a dime-a

Dozen said I couldn't do it

Hit Europe, kick the door and put a foot through it (Uh)

Like a stirrup (Stirrup)

Used to have to sit and watch them bills pile up (Yeah)

Now, I just sit back and watch them bills pile up (Huh)

I be on my own (Yeah)

Head up in the clouds like Zeus

When they say, "You ain't the G.O.A.T."

I come down like, "Who?"

But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus

Swear, I could see the game from a bird's eye view (Ay)

Bitch, you talkin' to a rap god (Ay)

Girl, you talkin' to a monsta (Ay)

You could give your whole damn life to the music thing

They gon' turn around—

I seen them come and go

I've seen the hugest-hugest debuts

I've had a great view to see the-see the game through

And, Drake, they're gonna turn on you-you one day too-too

And the more you win, the sooner-sooner they do

They'll be calling you a trash bin

Sayin' that your new one isn't better than your last 'n'

Even if it is, once they start to turn their backs

They ain't never comin' back 'n'

They did it to Chance

Next they'll be mentionin' Future in the past tense (Yeah)

Or sayin' "Adios" to Migos

I ain't dissin', I'm just tryna keep this shit a C-note (Yeah)

Same people been tryna do this shit to me, so

I call them peep-hole

Because they're so easy to see through 'em

But a fighter's all I knew how to be

I got the shit beat outta me

Tripped and fell and blew out a knee

Popped it back in and hopped up like, "**** it"

Best two outta three, yeah

Man, I gotta be doin' somethin' right

I got eleven years of sobriety

So, the only bottom I'ma be hittin' is if it's sodomy

Wait I mean you would think that somebody handed a saw to me

How I'm choppin' these bars

They keep wantin' me to rap responsibly

When I'm constantly passin' the buck, like the ****in' Dollar Tree

But I'ma always remind you that I came from poverty

Black people saved my life, from the Doc and Deshaun

And all that we want is racial equality

R.I.P. Laquan McDonald, Trayvon, and Breonna

Atatiana, Rayshard, and Dominique

Eric Garner and Rodney King

No, we can't get along till these white mother****in' cops

Who keep murderin' Blacks are off the streets

And, as far as squashin' beef, I'm used to people knockin' me

But, just not in my camp

I'm diplomatic, 'cause I'm tryna be—

Last thing I need is Snoop—doggin' me

Man, dog, you was like a damn god to me

Man, not really (Haha)

I had "dog" backwards

But I'm startin' to think, all these people takin' shots at me

Shit, it's no wonder

(I be on my)

I be on my own

Head up in the clouds like Zeus

When they say, "You ain't the G.O.A.T."

I come down like, "Who?"

But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus

Swear, I could see the game from a bird's eye view (Ay)

Bitch, you talkin' to a rap god (Ay)

Girl, you talkin' to a monsta (Ay)

You could give your whole damn life to the music thing

They gon' turn around like they don't love you.