Lyrics

[Verse 1: YTCracker] You you you all lucky that we let you on our Internet Hacker gentleman, I keep it classy like a sweater vest All the normies used to curve me, you can call me "letter s" Now I stay the better best, slaying on my Everquest Take a second when you typing all that smoke into an application Please don't get it twisted, these computers my vocation Remain patient, I earned every stripe so I've secured my station Every soul who sweat the crown will catch a round of my damnation Every payment in the matrix Vi-Vi-Visa Mastercard My interceptor harder to find than a graphics card I'm the god, and my squad, we develop all the fabric That you using on the daily so be thankful that you have it And the truth is all my hacker family birthed it out their loins Talk-talk-talking 'bout these tokens cap-cap-cappin bout these coins You annoying. You ain't got a spot in my Illuminat' You are just another user on computers that I screw a lot [Chorus x2] You you you ain't about that life You try to keep up with my people you won't eat tonight I'm out here grinding on this internet of shiiiiit We out here hacking on the Gibson getting riiiiich [Verse 2: YTCracker] Va-va-vaping while I'm hacking, yeah I call it cloud computing And I only fear two humans on earth: Xi Jinping and Putin I'm still rooting every box that I encounter when I'm hungry So the malware mine the crypto 0day call me "R. Montgomery" Man these dummies out here (trying to get a piece of the pie) They can't compete with us (they arrive we waving goodbye) Wide band spectrum with a coded message, yea we let 'em have it Send a shout out to my buddy DNZ we got the patent! This is hacking and I'm gatekeeping the culture to preserve it Because frankly most these idiots too stupid to deserve it You ain't nerd it you just heard it from another who referred it Go and repeat all the bullshit from the word like it was perfect I'm sick of these pretenders out here chasing chicken tenders When they ain't got honey mussy they don't count amongst the members of my clique-a Read your MAC-address up off a sticker Milling all your passwords with a modded John The Ripper [Chorus x2] You you you ain't about that life You try to keep up with my people you won't eat tonight I'm out here grinding on this internet of shiiiiit We out here hacking on the Gibson getting riiiiich