[Verse 1]

My momma raised in the flames of the South Bronx

Without a name and no food in the household

Me, I was raised with a spoon in my mouth

Few cars and a yard, cartoons not allowed though

I see my momma in my dreams when I'm pensive

I see you niggas throwin' shade in my mentions

I hit that with the sunray disinfectant

I put the double forte in offensive

Yeah, I got straight A's at my prep school (I did)

That's probably why I'm gettin' paid like The Mets do

Another day, another check, nothin' special

Another day, same ten in my bedroom

Like Shabazz, I was eighth grade president

Playin' jazz became my pain medicine

Saw you in congress, wrong colored skin

Caught in the spotlight—raw venison

[Interlude]

You know how many people would love to see you fail at this shit?

Fall flat on your face (Hmm)

[Chorus]

Like Ye with a little more brains on him

Like Wayne with a little less braids on him

Like Wade, how I dribble then fade on 'em

Like pain, rip a edo tensei on 'em

Like Ye with a little more brains on him

I write tates like I'm Citizen Kane on 'em (I do)

I get paid, all my dividends stay on me (I get paid)

I get paid every time that y'all hate on me

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I make my own beats—Dwight Schrute

Yeah, my music on fleek, I'm the maestro

Every syllable right, like a haiku

I'm unkillable, doomed if you try to

I'm addicted to rhymes and acai too

I could quit anytime I decide to

When they question my clout, my authority

I be leavin' no doubt, like Stefani

I'm the hootin'est-tootin'est Yosemite, shootin' that fire between your ears

No felony (Brr-ahh!)

Droppin' facts, a activist's worst enemy—(Wait)

When the fuck did Carlton get dope melodies?

I been rappin' since back in the days, my fro was big

I been nappin' my way through the great a-wokening

Yeah, I'm everything rappers just ain't supposed to be

So I've been cast as a villain—Don't get close to me

[Chorus]

Like Ye with a little more brains on him

Like Wayne with a little less braids on him

Like Wade, how I dribble then fade on 'em

Like pain, rip a edo tensei on 'em

Like Ye with a little more brains on him

I write tates like I'm Citizen Kane on 'em (I do)

I get paid, all my dividends stay on me (I get paid)

I get paid every time that y'all hate on me