Verse 1

Bro donated some blood then spit in the doctors eyes

Picked him up then had road rage on I-95

My homie stay starving for feeding these hoes lies

Then give’em dick : turn into birds and then they fly

See half the time I’d try to be nice but then I cried

Because all the old hoes got bold and made me shy

Talked about my size and shrunk my fucking pride

In the mirror asking just why I am getting fried ?

Turning bullshit into a self absorbed high

I screenfuck everybody because I’m the wrong type of guy

I tell truth in respect when everybody drives by

Then once I tell a lie then everybody says hi

Trying to be a friend just because the car you drive

Asking for a hand whenever I’m posted by

I can take a fucking fan and skin your ratchet ass alive

Tear your tats off your body shoot some ink all in your eyes nigga

Verse 2

I’m like holy moly though

This my holy flow

I’m just trying to see the Holy Ghost

They don’t know me though

They use to call me chocolate Oreo: I ain’t acting right

Bully use to beat my ass told me I was acting white

But now I cripple critics with my raps like it’s polio

And you know I’m ready to attack I’m a Scorpio

Them angry black boys coming up with braggadocio

Hope to see them niggas tippy top of the totem pole

They wanna see us pigeonhole

That ain’t what my vision hold

Music is my mission though

The hustle is additional

Tell them haters did you know ?

A nigga going digital

We streaming on them services ;

Stacking them residuals

Rapping is my ritual I do this with my eyes closed

Spitting all this fire call a young nigga Spyro

I’m a fucking psycho: black Patrick Bateman

Horns on my head pitchfork like I’m satan