[Intro]

People wanna know where I been at

They wanna know why

I been takin' so long to come back

They wanna know why I just

Blast on the scene, and then dip the fuck out

Bitch, I fought my whole life to get here

I 'on't jump when you say so

I 'on't jump when shit's trendin'

I make shit trend, mothafucker

It's lonely at the top, huh, welcome me back

[Verse]

Bitch, I ain't no MAGA rapper

I grew up 'round title rappers

Battled afterwards, in parkin' lots

Where bottles cracked and shatter

Ain't no cracker, I knew black lives matter, 'fore you branded it

Hashtaggin' everywhere, while folks who don't care sit in mansions

Since, I blasted on the scene, bitch, I done did this for the culture

Killin' rappers, leave 'em dead on sight, there stinkin' for the vultures

Gettin' money lately, so be cautious how you kids approachin'

'Cause, these holsters, holdin' toasters, have ya' face all over posters

Kinda like ya' favorite rapper 'cept the album title's Missin'

Christian don't mean I ain't got demons, it means I fight against 'em

Some get a couple ticks of success, even family start to distance

Same folks ain't give you shit, when you ain't have no pot to piss in

So use wisdom when you talk to me, like chewin' with ya' back teeth

'Fore ya' front teeth where ya' back teeth at, for callin' my shit MAGA rap

Don't at me at these socials, thinkin' shit can't turn to real life

'Cause it can, and real quick, too, when you stick to the codes that I stick to

Bitch, you don't know shit about me

Worst thing you could do is doubt me

Best thing that I ever did was save that little kid from drowning

Worst things that I ever did, I definitely ain't gon' rap about it

Got more stripes than this flag wrapped around him, homie, ask about it

Tha's right

Oh, yeah, feel good to be back

By the way, l already know what you thinkin'

Shout out to the homie, Bryson Gray, this ain't no diss track, baby

Shout out to the homie, Tyson James, this ain't no diss track, baby

Aye, look, I'm sick of all you pussy rappers, who I mean? Yo' pussy ass

Whoever said some shit behind my back, mad 'cause I'm pushin' past ya'

I 'on't do these politics where blue checks get the compliments

And how this shit get overlooked, like unabridged, limits, bitch!

I move like they do not exist, gimmicks, they say that that's my hits?

The problem is you dipshits don't hear lyrics, you just nod ya' heads

You're tired of politics? Cool, me, too

But all I do is write the life I live, when I jot with pens

So what the fuck do y'all expect?

When they turn our lives to politics?

Your skin color? That's politics

A mask and vaccine? Politics

Just want the fuck-up out of this

But, this is how I cope with

All the hopelessness they gotten us into

And through the process

Guess I got a couple followers

So everyone that's listenin', it's time to set the record straight

Trump and Dictator are the only records that I made

That took a stance, specifically, 'bout where I stand politically

So stop tryin' to fit me in these boxes that're gimmicky

[Outro]

'Cause, I'm just an artist

Playin' my part 'til I part this world

Like the waters God parted

For my forefathers to cross it

There's some more bars

That they'll sleep on, what's new?

But bet they catch the last two

Only MAGA in my rap is MAGA-zines

If I come at you, mothafuckers