[Verse 1: Carl Baker]
From EL down to rock hill, I still k**
Bad guy like carradine up in k** bill
Fat fella but making moves like a gymnast
Girls wanna pin me on they wall like Pinterest
Stupid saucy like a rack of ribs, swag dripping like ice cubes jerry curls in the early years
White pac with a black Glock and fat co*k
The old me woulda f**ed your b**h like non stop
The new me done settled down Ina smaller town
But Ima still slay your b**h if you bring her around
Geez Louise, rapping became a breeze
It started off rough, but now I'm just being me
Young uneducated kids is still hating on me
My lyrics got depth, your lyrics about some weed
You crying over b**hes tryna turn RnB
I'm just rapping about the facts, don't you ever hate on me
[Bridge: Carl Baker]
It bugs me how everyone acts like me doing music is a game or joke or sum sh** like that
Like y'all can't take me seriously when I'm seriously better than any other mother f**er you supporting
I guess I gotta sell y'all real dope instead of dope music for y'all to support me
[Verse 2: Carl Baker]
Action Bronson doppelgänger put my belly on her back though
Stupid lil hoe, put my thumb up in her bootyhole
That's a metaphor for how I'm f**ing the game up
The Thumb just to show I don't play bruh
You an*s
You mad cuz you ain't us
Dope music is blazin
Me Chris and migo be doing it till we famous
You been rapping long enough you sounding like you ancient
Prolly drop another tape saying the same things bruh
Thinking out the box with my fat a**, I can't fit it
Stay in one genre, my fat a** it can't fit in
But I been a rapper my white a** won't fit in
Cuz I rap about the streets and truthful sh** that comes from me
Ironically that hating it
So tell me whatchu hating on
Truthful a** facts or all the beats that I'm rapping on
Hating on the flows and all the way I be snapping on
Beats or you just hating the fact that my skin a lighter tone
I could pull the race card on why I ain't succeeding
And point out all the ways why I mean it
But I rather prove my true worth and double up my net worth
Hit the met gala and network
Comeback to my city and build sh**, really try to help sh**
Cuz the mayor ain't doing sh**
f**ing prick
That's the gameplan for anyone who screaming that I'm selfish
I don't want the wealth sh**
I'm just Tryna put my city on the map
My city ain't got my back though
So I do this sh** to prove to y'all that I'm the truth yo
My own best friends ain't tryin to help me out though
Honestly they all rather clown though
Will don't play my music, Joe be saying that I'm stupid
Everyone I graduated with say Ima nuisance
My crew don't even hit me everyone is gone forget me
Until I make it big with this dope like Whitney
I been keeping count of everybody whose supported me so loyally
Pay you for your loyalty with royalties
Soon I get put on
Prolly have some lawyer fees
Buy my mom a crib and pay for everything my momma needs
[Bridge: Carl Baker]
More than just an action Bronson look a like
Cla**ic with the sh**, you can say I'm just the Harley type
This a freebie for everyone to show you all my better sight
The perfect outlook on life, November 9th