INTRO [talking] They say I know you dont do the freestyle thing no mo But since you do it better than everyone else, well you know You know I gotta keep it Texas though Ugh Mix. Tape. God. Go VERSE I know Im not a God, thats blasphemy The good news is I dont have to be I would of turned the world to a beach resort And kick all yall out and live happily You see how retarded these rappers be Its like they get off the short bus after three Get Instagram, take pics with guns, snitch on yourself, you rich athlete No snitchagram, cause Im different fam No Twitter Cham, I dont need a mention They always told me that money talks So thats who I need to pay me attention Young don, never went to prom Genius kid that wouldnt leave detention When the teacher said that Id never blow I said dont count my pockets til you see my pension I was plotting moves, I was carving scriptures into the desk That was middle school so track down the desk and figure out the rest Oh yes I must confess I see you but I am not impressed I see a lot of sidetalking cats that aint talking when they see me in flesh Cat caught ya tongue then cough up a lung Just stick out ya hands and then hold your breath If I want opinions Ill ask for that Just stay in your boundaries dont overstep Back on the porch we sat on the steps Where we all would argue about whose the best And now I sit behind suicides with the AC on like Im fresh to death They aint stars, these rappers good for like 8 bars Rappers looking like 8 balls, get in them pocket then take all These activists aint active to me Aint standing up for your fake cause Most of yall as suspect to me as a pastor that just bought 8 cars The mixtape God you mixtape frauds Make sure youre hearing this carefully listen Even if you know that we was cool before You aint got to come and give dap to me Itll let them know they dont have to be The clown next to clowns cause thats ratchety You could wrap the model and own the Macys Wouldnt give a damn bout your fashion G You dont own the brand, you just clone the man That you saw before you with it on his hand You a grown man? Why a grown man staring at the logo written on some pants? You aint made it man, you couldnt make the band I dont pay for likes, I dont pay for fans Wont buy your music cause youre popular Cause youre acting like youre moving major grams I say youre not, I dont believe you, thats superstition You say youre hot, well I know youre not Go prove it to me, go do this mission Go douse yourself in hot gasoline, go pump some gas without even flinching If you make it back, then Ill play your raps And wont tell youre family I thought you was missing Gave you the game, I thought you would listen Yall got it twisted like a Jewish Christian I taught you how to diss major labels When they told you bout to they shoes and kiss em When you tell the truth theyll say you is dissing Whats being dope got to do with stitching? Just stay true and theyll praise you Now thats what the hell I call True Religion
desk, sidetalking, ratchety, snitchagram, mixtape