[Intro]

How to be an artist, step one: Don't have any opinions that are different from the fifteen year-olds on the website Twitter.com

[Refrain]

Guess I’ll show 'em again just who I am

This is more then a trend

Far from fallin' off, this is the start

For them it’s the end, woah

Fuck it, ayy, fuck it I’ll do it again, yeah

Fuck it, woah, woah

[Verse 1]

Greatest, oh, to do this shit in the underground, yeah

Admit it, oh

It’s boring when I’m not around, yeah

Just had a deal

For a hunnid grand, I turned it down, yeah

Add two more o’s

Maybe I’ll think 'bout it now, yeah

Fuck it, I’ll do it again

Don’t know what I’m saying but I’m going in

They’ll act like your friend

But when shit gets alleged they’ll be the first to condemn

Reality bends, then they call legend as soon as you're dead

Tryna get ahead with everything but good music

Tryna own me only to copy

I should get royalties from this whole scene

So don’t come for me if all you can do is tweet

You lookin' naive, how can you believe?

Own sound never achieved, never received

Make your fan base leave

So think before coming at me

Farthest from industry

They only see what Twitter tells them but scared to disagree

But they’ll never know how it feels to be free

Now everyone tryna be, talking the same shit as me

While I’m past all this, after this song I’ll leave it at that

Please just try responding back, I’m due for a good laugh

Same ones who copy Jack be the first to attack

Without knowing any facts

But karma always comes back

[Refrain]

Guess I'll show 'em again

Just who I am, this is more then a trend

Far from falling off

This is the start, for them it’s the end

[Verse 2]

Don’t need friends to make a dent

Only one to go against

Them be so direct, they could never effect, yeah, let alone end

So keep talking about me

But everyone knows you’ll never go as hard this

And all of your songs carried by beats

And you never talk about shit

So before you talk about the goat

Make sure I’m in my pen

Or we'll never hear you ever again

But when I think about it

They don’t deserve a song about 'em

But something had to be said though

I don’t tweet, I’ll leave 'em for dead though

Only one who says what I want, oh

State of music is sad as fuck, yo

Guess I’m really the only hope now

So it's back to the album, oh, oh, yeah