[Hook]

This ain't a walk in the park (Park)

Why you tryna hide? (Hide)

This ain't a walk in the park

And I ain't gon' let that slide (Nope)

This ain't a walk in the park (Park)

Why you tryna hide? (Hide)

This ain't a walk in the park

And I ain't gon' let that slide

[Verse 1]

Did you fuck my girl?

Was it even good?

Did you last as long as you thought that you could?

Yeah, y'all was a thing

But y'all didn't last

I'm still holdin' grudges

I'ma leave that in the past

I deserve a clap clap

No pad in my backpack

I was a loser in middle school always gettin' laughed at

Creating in my room like a lab rat

My bars so dirty I need a trash bag

I'm on the dark side, prepare to see my wrath

Mommy and daddy said I'm going down a bad path

No drugs in my backpack, I hate the crack, crack

Instead of all this shit, I just hop on the track, track

Hell, I'm poor and I never have cash

Lyrical people think I'm cringy and I'm trash

Doing this, doing that, doin' hoes from the back

I heard you cum fast like The Flash

People tell I suck at rap and all of a sudden I'm badass

Wait, what?

Are you for real?

[Hook]

This ain't a walk in the park (Park)

Why you tryna hide? (Hide)

This ain't a walk in the park

And I ain't gon' let that slide (Nope)

This ain't a walk in the park (Park)

Why you tryna hide? (Hide)

This ain't a walk in the park

And I ain't gon' let that slide

[Verse 2]

Yeah she call me papa

And she is my mama

Pull up to her ex's house and I don't want no drama

She is on her period, I just end it with a comma

Fuck them girl abusers, live they life in fear

Steppin' up to me, I'm different

You obviously don't want the smoke

So don't volunteer

Watch me do this magic trick and watch you disappear

Yo Austin, is this another diss? (Yep)

Your acting and glasses look like them pedos from Craigslist

Freddy Kreuger from Mortal Kombat, this is a fatality

The only thing split is his fuckin' personality

I'ma be livin' it up

Not much of a soul, I'm givin' it up

Spit to the shit, not givin' a fuck

I'ma murder you fuckers who say I suck

Almost like a self-infliction

Haters, quit your bitchin'

Want some wishin'

Get the picture

Cut you up, grab the needle, start to stichin'

I'm the grim reaper of this rap game

Bitch, you better hope I do not get you