[Verse 1]

Got the people like

(Whoa, it’s that goddamn rookie)

Fuck radio play, last name ain’t Gooding

Same as who? Piss off, that proof lacks pudding

All a sudden inspiration found like coins from the cushions to

Put a cypher ‘gainst mine? Ya’ll shouldn’t

No appetite but mine can handle my cooking

Chew a rhyme like me, those teeth won’t make it

Scrutinize Tabby, some years get taken

Freestyle to Illmatic ‘front of Kwik Trip

Bite a sandwich dry as British humor if the shit clicks

My flow rad as little Tony’s first kick flip

Landed in the kitchen, mama going tsk tsk

"Boy you never listen," you're damn straight

No time to hear you yap on your damn tape

Only difference in the sound are these whack names

And that cover art trash as your fanbase

Found their taste at the dollar tree

Soft ass wannabes showing love by tweeting

"Please caps lock FOLLOW ME"

Same on your Insta, got me in stitches

That y’all think they won’t ditch ya

When sound start to switch up

You mainstream cats hitting snooze on awakening rude

Ass saying saber gay before getting slain by Windu

Wit unstoppable and stomping ya’ll like Monty cartoons

Balls are Mochrie bald, your follicles just caught up in youth

And yeah he’s on a roll but tell me doll is that something new?

Probably not, he’s got heads bobbing since the shocking debut

And on the sophomore putting ya’ll on pauses moi continues

To get them jaws ajar, the commas call like God in the loot

[Chorus]

Could have been bigger in the 90’s

Could have been bigger in the 90’s

Could have been bigger in the 90’s

Could have been bigger in the 90’s

Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio

You hear me though?

Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio

You hear me though?

Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio

You hear me though?

Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio

You hear me though?

Break it down now

[Verse 2]

This a blah day

Jot a hot eight on my Blahzay Blahzay

Spray the Tommy Hilfiger like a mobster on a prom date

Pass the grog, thanks, writtens getting flambéd

Chef Ramsey caught with raw plates

Handsy blonde dames phishing on the wrong page

That Insta fishy as her pussy when she squat train

But chick a dude prolly and if pervert want brain, sorry

I ain’t got the time to thot chase (Okay!)

Nothing you Do-Right, no mounty

Throwing your energy at Dudley mains hadouken blocking

I have to a write a cypher, ‘cause all these lyrics loiter

Meanwhile, whitie act all Finn like, “Can I say it, Sawyer?”

If you on the fence about it, I’m gonna drop your ass

Over there counting colors like Token with a box of crayons

Don’t fuck with your company, some shit I can’t enjoy

I’m the goat like Tumnus, y'all better split like McAvoy

"You corny" Fuck your hot take, dawg

I’m a novice 'bout to pop

Practice patience or I’ll yank that Padawan braid off

I spit like Dohvakin

You normies blast the wackest songs, kick it back

And laugh at more Harambe memes

Opponents choke like mic Khabib

Minnesota nice on beats

Masculinity so bogus homophobes keep wifing me

Miller still alive to me, hope you finally find some peace

Used to picture your critiques, and now it’s like you guide the ink

That’s kinda crazy

On that "fuck you pay me" shit

‘Nother 90’s baby sucking on nostalgia’s tits

Easily finish competition with full confidence

They got some ice, I got Baraka wrists, call it quits

I’m so feminine turn “let’s be friends” to lesbians

Y’all can’t handle that like Kyrie benched

Do my curtsy at the curtain call, no Eminem

I’m telling you

That’s no punch line that’s me scolding an elder pooch

Ain’t afraid to say I’m kinda broke

Still toss out Benjamins at sushi, kicks, and time I owe

To microphones that I don’t own. Capricorn but sign a joke

At financial low, picking pieces up like damn Bionicles

Most of hip-hop heartless now and that’s sorta scary

Luckily, beside the grossest flows I brought what Sora carries

Y'all should stay indoors I’m staying out the ordinary

I use my outside voice you comment “it’s annoying, change it”

Then I get compared to Tyler, King Ad-Rock and Danny Brown

Even though I’m flattered it’s still fuck that, this that Tabby sound

And I’m most inspired by these rappers in the limelight now

‘Cause I’m pissed they profit off of Lil’ Jon ad-lib hand-me-downs

(What?! Yeah!)

Motherfucker, I’m the chillest one to do this

Kid is Nicholson in Shining

Ooh

Why you acting like I cannot hear behind me?

Ooh, Air Max '97s drippin' ivory

[Chorus]

Could have been bigger in the 90’s

Could have been bigger in the 90’s

Could have been bigger in the 90’s

Could have been bigger in the 90’s

Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio

You hear me though?

Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio

You hear me though?

Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio

You hear me though?

Fuck a pop song, fuck the radio

You hear me though?