[Verse] I propose Barack prepare a salary for 'batin and pardon me for bugging Dara, Valerie, and Caitlyn I'll be a rich man for my dick handling, and they'll see I'm not so insane But for real? I'm more depressed than a Knicks fan, oh, please, tell why I still have faith I don't wanna fap, I don't want to see their cats Why do I rap this mess? Why rep what erodes my flesh? Look at me being everything but myself Using this motherf**ing voice, over-enunciating, finishing every word like that'll save me from dying for being a few shades darker than Yung Berg Politics and respect don't mesh They'll feed the stereotype ‘til that b**h heavyset But I'll punch it in the gut, ‘til I see upchuck, then shove their faces in it and make them dissect it Everything for a reason; everything looking like AD's 4th season Out of order, this planet is broken Rung the bell for service and it sounded like Bree Olsen So I doubted anyone was really gonna come But really, I just had to learn to work my tongue Now I'm here, tryina' speak help into existence Mouth to the heavens, begging for help or tips when I once thought they weren't even necessary But my efforts were futile Lo and behold, this is me now Brutal