Yeah it's still the village idiot
These b**hes still insidious so why would I trust em
4 o clock in the morning im sittin writing in bed sh**
Why can't I get the f** out my head sh**
I'm tired of this rat race, bro told me slow it but
These b**hes keep on calling til they running low on stack space
The beat beating heathen but y'all shouldn't cease believing
There's a god b**h I'm living proof, John Wilkes up in the booth
No I don't want features to y'all n***as I'm invisible
The Cloud got hella zeros and my bank account identical
Forget it dude, no chorus or no interlude, still droppin hits
I'm popping and I'm pretty knock a b**h up off her pedastal
Sorry mom I'm sinnin and I rarely read the bible
Put your hands up on my mic you might get introduced to christ
"Slihmm you're such a beast how the f** do you it"
Say b**h you right I'm just a n***a, we like three-fifths human
Slihmm chance