Chorus:

That’s a fact

The pot calling the kettle Black

That’s a fact

Imma keep this shit a stack

That’s a fact

The pot calling the kettle Black

That’s a fact

Imma keep this shit a stack

Verse 1:

Seek my opinion, I’ll answer the question honestly

Diesel here to point out some common hypocrisies

I’m that man you heard about from the prophecy

Making fun of your self-serving philosophies

He’s a man but he’s far from being super

Delusions given to him by that man Dunning-Kruger

Paranoid, strapped up with granddaddy's Luger

Good news for us, he got the aim of a stormtrooper

Dick riding your hero, corny as fuck

Detract from other artists, call еm' mid, say they suck

Bad opinions and he’s proud to be schmuck

Gotta put еm' down just to bring his boy up

God-complex having ass

When it comes to competition, he's the best in class

Go outside and touch the grass

You could do yourself a favor if you listen to that

Chorus 1:

That’s a fact

The pot calling the kettle Black

That’s a fact

Imma keep this shit a stack

Taken aback

The pot calling the kettle Black

Just relax

Before you got to backtrack

Verse 2:

Instincts put you onto defense, the ole reliable

Before you point fingers, learn to take accountability

Too afraid to admit you could be liable

Hard Accepting Fault but we all possess the ability

Master manipulator like a child mocking

Told me I ain't shit, but I think its the liquor talking

So self-righteous, but to me it’s not shocking

Quick to play the victim when the feds get to knocking

Half-ass apology, faker than veneers

People love to talk but don’t like using their ears

Saying shit to me, that only you needed to hear

Take yo ass to the bathroom, and say it to the mirror

Condemning drunk drivers that they saw in the news

But still get behind the wheel after having a few

Use survivorship bias to distract from what's true

So delusional to think it can’t happen to you

Chorus 2:

That’s a fact

The pot calling the kettle Black

That’s a fact

Imma keep this shit a stack

Riddle me that

The pot calling the kettle black

Getting mad

I’ve mastered the art of syntax