[Intro]
I, I got it
I, I got it
I, I got it
I, I got it
[Verse 1]
Why, bother waiting for f**ing help, right?
You thinking bout taking that sh** yourself right?
Well Im with you. Get a vest and grab your pistol
Put that pistol to his chest and tell that head exec I sent you
Boom. Thats for all the people fed up
I decapitated the b**h and told him keep his head up
I recapitated that b**h and decapitated again
I recapitulated and celebrated his setup
We setting up shop, without your f**ing label
Label support, label supporting a f**ing fable
Fake as a four legged horse, with horns in yo' stable
They never thought they'd make a mistake that was f**ing fatal
By pa**ing up on a youngin who was ga**in up for the avid fans
Whooping a**es in public, bagging the budget of badder bands
Pulling up to your office to hear your offers and offing you in the process
f**ers shoulda grabbed him up when they had the chance
f**'em all
[Hook]
f** that, Im in the driver's seat now!
f** that, Im in the driver's seat now!
f** that, Im in the driver's seat now!
f** that, Im in the driver's seat now!
I, I got it
I, I got it
I, I got it
I, I got it
[Verse 2]
Why bother waiting for f**ing help, right?
You thinking bout taking that sh** yourself right?
Pick up your middle finger say f**'em all
Even f**ing blog writers be telling me f** a blog
No integrity, all these celebrities got endorsed
Started, paying off whoever s**ing they co*k and balls
Started, breaking off whoever seemingly popping off
Started, locking doors
Blocking the up and coming, blocking they f**ing youngins
You stopping them short and dropping the ball
Dropping j**els while you pick up your drool, dropping your jaw
You'll be the first one to start the applause
Ask him to do a song, hop on your tour
Break your back to get closer to the authentic
You tried, your hair is thinning
Its time, your clock is ticking
You know ain't nobody copping, you copping to the competition
You barely got a pot to piss in
You wish that you had the Cynic, but nah!
[Hook]