[Intro:] They say I know you don't do the freestyle thing no more But since you do it better than somebody else Well, you know! For show! You know I gotta keep it' though! Oh, mix-tape God, go!
I know I'm not God, that's blasphemy The good is I don't have to be While I would turn to a beach resort And kick you all out and live happily You'll see how rhetoric these rappers be Like I get out of shore, bus after three Get Instagram, take pics with guns Snitch on your cell, you're reach at the' No stitching ' cause I'm different fan No Twitter cam, I don't need to mention They always told me that money talks That's who I wanted to pay me attention! I'm young done, never went to prom Genius kid that wouldn't leave detention When the teacher said that I'd never blow I said, 'don't count my pockets till 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 along the side talking cash They done talking when they see me in flesh Can't cut your tongue, and cough up the lung Just' at your hands and then hold your breath If I want opinions I ask for that Just stay in your boundaries, don't overstep! Back on the porch, we sat on the steps While we all argued about who's the best And now I sit behind suicides With AC on I came fresh to death They ain't stars, these rappers good for like 8 bars Rappers looking for like 8 balls Get in the pockets, then take all! These activist ain't active to me Ain't standing up for your fake cards Most of y'all suspecting me As a pastor that just bought 8 cars To mix-tape God, you mix-tape frauds Make sure you hearing this carefully Even if you know that we was cool before You ain't got to come and give death to me! 'let them know you don't have to be A clown next to clowns cause that's ratchet D You could rap the motto and own the masons Wouldn't give a damn about your fashion, G! You own the brand, you just come to me What you saw before, you ' You're a grown man, why grown man? Staring at the logo and reading on some pains You ain't made a man, you couldn't make the pen I don't pay for likes, I don't pay for fans I won't buy your music, cause you're popular Cause you're acting like you' I say you're not! I don't believe you, that's superstition! You say you're high, I know you're not Go and prove it to me, go to this mission Go dodge in hot gasoline Go pump some gas without even flinching! If you make it back, then I'll play your raps I won't tell your family I thought you was missing Gave you the game, I thought you would listen! Y'all got t it twisted, like a Jewish Christian I taught you how to dismay your labels When they told you about it, they showed some kissing When you tell the truth, you'll say you was distant What's being dope got to do with stitching? Stay true when they'll praise you And that's what a hell I call true religion!