[Verse]
I'd never be Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Tryna beef with everybody on the internet, feeling shameless
I'd rather be broke on Sunset
Or in a Hollywood hotel, being famous
Than be somebody that I ain't
Man, I gotta flee from the dank, man, this whole rap sh** fake
I'm tryna keep this sh** authentic
But it's hard, it ain't turning out great
I'd never be Kanye, put my ego to the side
Let the work ethic be the only entree
I'm tryna do sold out shows, the game made me an outcast
Man, I'm feeling like Andre, I keep it 3000
Faith of a man move mountains
I ain't propel out of public housin'
But I seen a whole lot of struggle
Cut me in half, I made double
Cut me in half, I'd never undermine my achievements
Say peace to demons
I pull out my piece to police
Man, I gotta go beastin'
Last year I made strides, but I'm tryna be more than just decent
And free somebody
Have your damn fans say, "You really motivating me to be somebody"
So I can't sell out on the f** sh**
Y'all still lying to your own self, I ain't trust sh**
I been the same man from the jump
Y'all thought the plan been sunk
Because I had change in the sound
But I can still be profound
Y'all brains are the only thing shrunk
Man, I hustle like Nipsey, yeah
I was nine years old, still knew that half ounce one fifty
Y'all tell a bunch of fake a** drug deal stories
Tryna come off motherf**ing risky
And that sh** miss me, yeah
I ain't in a big band, but I rock out
All them fake shots getting blocked out
You the police, always motherf**ing copped out
Babe Ruth, I'm pointing at the back of the fence
I already know it's coming when it popped out
You don't wanna get to work, ain't no clock out
You ain't Mayweather, this a motherf**ing knock out
I'd never be —
I'd never turn to the police, I'd rather do thirty
You telling on your homeboys surely
That's hoe sh**, I guess that's why your whole sh** girly
And I ain't sip dirty
Yeah, I rap about lean too much
That slur got Boosie sh** clouding up the scene too much
I'm on a dirtbike, being too clutch...
[Hook]
Yeah, b**h, I gotta change sh**, whoa
Can't rock out with all this fake sh**, yeah
Y'all was on that pop sh**, yeah
Talk sh**, you don't pop sh**, sh**, sh**
Man, I gotta change sh**, hey
Can't rock out with all this fake sh**, yeah
Y'all still on that pop sh**, yeah
Talk sh**, you don't pop sh**, sh**, sh**
[Outro]
Over the millennia, the voice became so [?] that it took over people's sense of identity. Whereas, for a long time, probably, after the arriving of thinking, humans still had a sense of rootedness in being the natural sense of rootedness in the depths of their being