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[Part I: Goddamn] ​[Verse] I didn't like my first tape, I decided not to drop it The car's gonna make cops come, so I decided not to cop it Hate makes me hated, so I'm trying to decide to stop it Maybe the day I'll give a fuck about some gossip Real niggas don't apologize, Conor McGregor attitude Fly as a motherfucker, Miguel Cabrera latitude Baller nigga, I'm Drew Brees, you niggas is Drew League Used to be blue balls and blue G's, now it's blue skies, and bleu cheese Vikings in heart, ain't no need to catch like Moss Because I'm a rolling stone, so I ain't never catching moss This ain't a footrace, this the black race, you know you can't pass a God Best you can do is pass out while my niggas pass cigars Even someone like me found a way to make it past the odds So why would I give a fuck whether or not I'll catch a loss? I'm sitting in the dark, either from lack of sleep or lack of inspiration If you don't know what my new shit's like, this might be an indication Y'all don't like me, are you on cocaine? Fuck you, I'm Hendrix, I'm Steez, I'm Kurt Cobain Baby, if I talk too much, tell me to shut up, shit, I'll make it happen It's true, I talk so much shit, I had to get into rapping Yeah, I get that I'm a piece of shit, if you don't want that dick Then get the fuck up out of that crib It's been known I'm an asshole, stay accustomed to that shit All you niggas talking shit, all of y'all just talking Nigga might pull up from the logo with three niggas on him Young, conflicted, and rich as fuck, all he need is a Batsuit Lyrics Shakespearean, only thing wifey needs is a catsuit Drunk-texting bitches at 2 AM, hoping they don't get it I'm the king, hope you niggas don't forget it Get it? [Hook] Goddamn, why he such an asshole? I mean so were Jobs and Picasso But those niggas are in the past, though I don't give a fuck, I guess that shows [Part II: Asshole] [Intro] Oh, this feels so much like a dream Is everything really what it s- [Verse] Fuck your insults, I don't need reminders Fuck wearing, nigga, I already breathe designer Put a bunch of these monster niggas in a cage, and they needing mama G told me to kill these niggas, I see no reason not to I don't need Jesus, damn, I already got the piece, bitch No reasons, I see it, I gets get it, I get them early, I'm a priest, bitch These niggas want a swan song just for the hell of it Why don't you just forget that shit Just give me my usual hard beverage And bitch, you about to sleep with me tonight And bitch, you about to leave forever, we won't be, leave tonight I can't get any higher right now since I'm sober I'm reckless as fuck, no telling when this is over You niggas move like 1-2, y'all need a Pepsi Can't tell me nothing since I made it out the hell where God left me You know what happened to Yahweh's son last time they tried to kill him So don't play with him until the dozens turn to millions Fuck whether I'm ruined by my own age of infamy These ignant infant-type niggas got it in for me [Interlude] That's what I need right now Lights down [Outro: Almighty U-Sorcerer] Now, now children, onto this ride through these thoughts Let's see the side of him that desires to be God Granted, it might be strange to be two-sided, let alone multiple But more than any treasure, this mind is truly full of gold You might see him as a villain and leave at that But name a genius who wouldn't be that mad Now, now, children since you all desire hardly Let's go to the side of the man with the mind that made the hierarchy