[Intro: JAY-Z]

"Yeah, and we not gon stop. You know, it's the, hip-hop is young. We still, we still growing. We not falling for that tricknology, whatever, you know, this public puts out there. Now, you know, before it was the American Dream. Pull yourself by the bootstraps and you can make yourself, you could make it in America. All these, these lies that America told us our whole life. And then when we start getting in, they trying to lock us out of it. They started inventing words, like you know, 'capitalist' and, you know, things like that. I mean, you know, we've been called 'nigga' and 'monkeys' and shit. I don't care, uh, those words y'all come up with, y'all gotta come with stronger words. (When I say 'y'all' I'm not talking about you.) The words they come up with, they gotta come up with stronger words. We not gonna stop. We not going to be tricked out of our position. Y'all locked us out, y'all created a system that, you know, doesn't include us."

[Sample: Princess Loko]

"These motherfuckers ain't stopping me"

[Verse:]

Not good at apologin', not good at atoning

So just gotta keep going, make the most of the moment

Woke in a smog, ain't the foggiest notion

How the game here is set up, or what's the control scheme?

On the wrong side - Nancy Thompson's white hair streak

Every step gets more stuck like a motel for roaches

Real rock'n'roll always comes from stonewashing

That's why I'm fucked up, always trusting the process

A beef-hungry mother gets stomped into forcemeat

A star wannabe gonna nourish astronauts

Rosy prospects get cropped out by the swarms of young hornworms

Chrystul Kizer, nobody else gon be on top here

Fuck Kenosha for walking home Kyle Rittenhouse

So much shit just flies, wanna walk off like Cudi

If our tissue's time, we're down to the cardboard

Done fucking around, put the sauce in the condom

Fuck couch potatoes, I pull out on the sofa

If you still don't get it, I'll plug all your plotholes

A bigger cockblocker that one Jason Voorhees

The bad kind of back, Martin Shkreli with polio

They put me in the hole in the wall for the glory of

A bigger high calling that covers their mortgage

Go figure I'm madder than Drake at Fontano

You're getting paid well while we dredge up the bottom

It's feeling like Mardi Gras time to me, bomb 'em

Whatever we put-in, just fucks a kerfuffle

If you're screwing the pooch, then you could as well do

At the funeral shoot for Elizabeth 2

In group up with Muick and Candy and Fergus

Even if I lived on the street, still Kanye would show up

To pilfer ideas, rob the homeless of culture

To put leather seats in his home theater watch room

So he could stream Kanye videos and climax in IMAX

While the rest of us winging the air fryer Texas summers

Every day a hot yoga class, just stroll outside there

Get paid to POP, purblind of the problems

A million just died, still more terrified of 'the crime' though

That's normal life you'll breathe last to return to

O.G.C. shoutout - throats get cut here like lawns do

Blood, sweat and organs are wolfed with gulosity

I'd rather you pour it a hun' like Yukon Jack

But you gon drop the subject till time comes to drop cloth

If paradise does arrive - I don't see us both there

'Cause I'm going full bore and you're hoarding the bozack

When pressure is on, I go balls out, you're palm nuts

The result's more one-sided than darker-skin bias

In voting blokes out by the Love Island public

So you and yours - we're all fine without

Just like what the poor do when market is down

Way over your prime now like Shinzo Abe

At crunch time I'm hotter than fire glass ovens

You crumble below me, I shine off your shard pieces

But don't get no props - that's too much like right

Yeah, this flow is designer, yours anti-suicide smock

That's why I'ma keep growing, you no-one's apprised of

Rate someone above me, they must be suborned fools

Tryna tussle, I'll tie you in knots for some lightwood

When sparks fly you're sliding off right like some Carmex

First time I clock your face, body's unwinding

Even walking up all day (Hi!) won't help you come close

You thought I was feeling you? With slugs larger caliber

When I needed help you sent welfare checks

In the same vein they made out to Atatiana Jefferson

While the boss of your bosses in Irving is turning

Whole world into Texas y'all, thinking nothing will hold 'em

Seeing y'all rid of knowledge and courage, fixed to die on your molehills

You thought you were blowing minds like Princess Loko

Stuck blowing your own self and others just blow chunks

If you brung heat unholstered you're going home cold-cocked

With me in this bitch cleaner than micellar water

Dawg, you're so garbage, I spot you - I dunk you

Outside in a dumpster like motherfuckin' Chris Farley