[Intro]

Poetics, bring the drums in

[Verse 1: Datin]

I am just puzzled, I don't understand

How this crap you're recording can sell

You rap about coke that you're snorting and lean that you're pouring

It's boring and corny as hell

You ninjas full of yourselves, you claim to be God

Even if you have Maury himself

Tell me that you are the Father, I'll tell 'em to shut up

I don't believe stories you tell, yeah

[Chorus: Datin]

You go to the dealer and you drop back (Drop back)

Then you hit the mall up and you pop tags (Pop tags)

You get all the ladies, 'cause you got cash (Got cash)

To the Lord, all your riches are a snot rag (Woah)

It's murder, murder, murder when you drop tracks (Drop tracks)

Saw demise, all your listeners'd rot fast

But you think you good 'cause you gave a lot back

To the Lord, all your deeds are a snot rag (Woah)

[Verse 2: Datin]

Whether on boom-bap or G-Eazy beats

I will eat these emcees easily, just keep on feedin' me

I have been spazzin' since CDs and DVDs

Way before my fans were streamin' me

You're just a jit, wet poo-poo stains in your BVDs

Why would you try to compete with me?

I'm throwin' fits, because I'm starving, I need to feast

You will become meat between my teeth

Homie, that's it, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Swaizy]

Shoot my shot for the glory, yeah

All y'all chasin' euphoria

In the backwashed world with the normies, yeah

When they open the gates, see my trophy, yeah

Shoot my shot for the glory, yeah

All y'all chasin' euphoria

In the backwashed world with the normies, yeah

When they open the gates, see my trophy, yeah (Achoo!)

[Chorus: Datin]

You go to the dealer and you drop back (Drop back)

Then you hit the mall up and you pop tags (Pop tags)

You get all the ladies, 'cause you got cash (Got cash)

To the Lord, all your riches are a snot rag (Woah)

It's murder, murder, murder when you drop tracks (Drop tracks)

Saw demise, all your listeners'd rot fast (Rot fast)

But you think you good 'cause you gave a lot back (Lot back)

To the Lord, all your deeds are a snot rag (Woah)

[Verse 3: Swaizy]

Ayy, yeah (Brrr!)

Rappin' with people that's famous

Funny thing is, they don't care 'bout the fame (No, no)

It ain't in my hands, how you tryna blame us

When we only trying to lift up His name?

Funny thing is, they still say this lame

Funny they comment on posts with some flames (That's fire)

It ain't so funny when you care 'bout money or hunnies

Way more than they care 'bout God's reign, huh

Woah, I see temptation, bro, I got to go

Might be the Devil, he come for my soul

He see my shine, but that don't mean it's gold

My G wore the crown, so he sit on a throne

I know it's hard to admit it

Mr. Krabs, 'cause you care for your riches

Crazy that life can be based off some digits

Literally, never mind, I got the recipe (Yeah)

They ain't here playin', so we gon' [?]

It's heavenly, we really speak the truth into our melody

Preach to the streets, but it don't look like Sesame

Reach somethin', see that we don't mess with enemies

None of you thought I'm just gon' stand with the Rock

I'm just gon' stand with the Rock

Don't care what you got, bro, this ain't me, that is God

Bless you, bro, all that is snot, ayy (Okay)

[Outro: Swaizy]

Shoot my shot for the glory, yeah

All y'all chasin' euphoria

In the backwashed world with the normies, yeah

When they open the gates, see my trophy, yeah

Shoot my shot for the glory, yeah

All y'all chasin' euphoria

In the backwashed world with the normies, yeah

When they open the gates, see my trophy, yeah (Achoo!)