[Verse 1]

I used to spend money out the ass before even polishing my craft

Advertise the songs, the beat, the raps

Even gave handouts to reach the map

I’ll still pay probably a grand, or ten on this EP and won’t see results

Bitch, I’m like Chief Keef

I don’t like y’all, you gotta treat me with respect for what I’m saying

Whether I get checks or billing statements

But rest assured, I’m the best for sure while the rest of y’all are vacant

Because now less is more, might as well write a special section forum

Call it Clause; It’ll be a little present for ‘em

Fuck your chimney; Y’all gon’ have

To just check the door

‘Cause I’ll kick it in, like I’m Biggie Smalls

Ignorance is blissful knowledge

You say you’re cold, but really man, you’re not sick at all

So I skip your songs, no hard regrets

But your presence doesn’t bring a gift to rap

Just a wrist to slap when you serve a sentence

Your bars are wet only ‘cause you missed the drop

When it rains it pours

I record for days but ain’t no one crazy for it

It drains me more

While you get fans daily, you blatantly lazy bore

A painful chore to sit and write almost every night, tryna shine a light

On what’s wrong or right and hope the song is tight

If it’s not; Fuck it, make some more

[Bridge]

You chase fame and glory, I just wish to be alone

Small circle, big chains, I’m aiming toward it

My positivity has grown

Don’t ever play the same old story

That’s how you get your kingpin thrown

Like Gunna, I stay pushing P, I got a kidney stone (Ha)

[Verse 2]

I’m still pissing out greatness and wishing for changes

You keep on taking pills while spitting cyphers like you live in the Matrix

You’re skipping the basics and flipping the pages and ripping the names quick of Kim and of Wayne

Yet diss the amazement they came with

My patience is waning, it’s crazy that lately

The phrases they’re laying and playing on stations are all exactly the same thing

But I don’t let it phase me

Your whack shit is exactly what has made me