[Intro: Eminem]

I remember a time, in hip-hop, where you had to be so different from the next person, or you were trash. There’s a shift somewhere that happened that, if it doesn’t sound like everything else, it’s trash automatically

[Verse 1:]

Everybody wanna do the same thing

Try the gangsta rap and fake claim

But they ain’t really bout it, their shit is so misguided

So they putting on a front just to maintain

Cuz they really want the clout and the streams

Tryna make everything bigger than it seems

Try to do emo rap, but ain’t really that deep

Everybody sounds the same nowadays cuz they all sheep

Now tell me what happened to the wordsmiths

All these Migos imitators so worthless

All these clowns running around, this feels like a circus

I sense a disturbance

In the force, yes of course, destruction is imminent

I just be chilling at top of the pyramid

Of the game as a millennial lyricist

But every time them wack niggas rap I’m hearing this

[Hook 1:]

These niggas claiming they roll with the

Clique

These niggas claiming they fuck on yo bitch

These niggas claim that they filthy and rich

These niggas claim they got ice on they wrist

These niggas claiming they bloods and they crips

These niggas claim they got heat on they hip

These niggas claim that you gonna get hit

These niggas always just talking that shit

[Verse 2:]

Tell me if these niggas really about it

(Ugh) I doubt it

So they better shut it down before I call them out

Exposing all these niggas that be acting for the clout

You can pack a blunt, but you won’t pack a gun

You the type a nigga to be runnin up the funds

Tryna be flashy, try too hard to flex

Everybody hard, till they end up like X

Now there be some niggas that stay woke

And other niggas that’s fake woke

It seems like everybody wanna be someone that they really not

So they making shit up when they jot

But niggas coming for me, cuz everything I spit is just real word

Cuz I feel hurt

But you niggas don’t want problems because you still heard

That I’m still motherfucking Triillbert, (bitch)

So all you, fucking, rappers, tryna, act like you, hard

You will, never, reach, my skill, that’s gon’, be the, longest, yard

I’m not, talking, about no, Xanax, when I say that, I got some, bars

Half of y’all niggas tryna walk on the moon, I’m in outer fucking space and I’m dancing with the stars

(Better than me?) It cannot be proven

(Triill is forever!) So just keep it moving

The teacher’s the student, allergic to losing

I’ma go until I win, bitch, I’ll fight with a tooth and

A nail, and prevail, and I’ll do it myself

Even if I have to walk all through hell

There’ll always be stories about me to tell

This is The Legend of Triill

[Hook 2:]

Them niggas really don’t roll with the

Clique

Them niggas really ain’t fuck on yo bitch

Them niggas really ain’t filthy and rich

Them niggas ain’t got no ice on they wrist

Them niggas really ain’t bloods or no crips

Them niggas ain’t no got heat on they hip

Them niggas know that you ain’t gonna get hit

Them niggas still gonna be talking that shit