[Verse 1]

Good God!

Have mercy on these pussy ass niggas

Who falsely claim to be among holy figures

I'm goin' give up religion

If they're the last ones existing

You pay taxes

You kiss asses

You'll shit your pants in a minute!

(You're telling me my man doesn't pee or poop?)

HA!

I'll admit it, I'll admit it (yeah)

I'm educated and you isn't (yeah)

You quick to bark, but never listen (yeah)

Go Facebook your problems, send tweets to argue

Leak a Snapchat, delete an Instagram follow

But in person, you ain't man enough to call out

Give me a shoutout in a preconceived verse

You can't freestyle and your writing's worst (worst)

Unemployment higher than ever before

And you still goin' get this work (work)

You still goin' get this work (ah yeah)

You still goin' get this work (work)

I got that dope white boy flow, I'm bout to go berserk (I go berserk)

Restocking the artillery

Paperboy with this kinda delivery

Hope your money still stretching

When you be put on a stretcher

Is it a stretch for me to call in the emergency?

[Bridge]

I'm not new to this (8 years and counting, finally made it, huh?)

I'm not new and I'm not through

[Verse 2]

You chain heavy with the holy cross

Oh my gosh

You done paid the cost

Hell's Kitchen, you 'bout to get burned in them pots

Finger lickin' good with the sauce

And I'm good, my nigga, I'm chill

Just you muthafuckers make me lose a nerve

Yessir!

I’m 'bout grab the fattest book and slap you with knowledge until you fucking learn

Meanwhile

Bitches sending pictures like there's no filter

Snitches getting stitches like we goin' kill ya

You real dumb

That's real talk

You realize that we don't feel ya

Money has interest, girls show interest

I mean, ya gotta keep things interesting

It's all a matter of interest, but nah I ain't a bit interested

Religion

As time goes by, I'm don't think that many y'all have it

But you seem to praise and worship all of these addicts

Who feed off attention

Worthy of all mention

Shows up to a party like it's some kindof divine intervention

You're fucking kidding me

Maybe I'm going too far

Yeah, I don't mean to spar

Taking a shot at the stars in this small planet of ours

But my scope is interstellar and you looking redder than Mars

The money, the power, the women

Anything you say, go ahead and boast

But the mass is over and just like the lyrics you preaching

Nigga, I'm ghost