I used to want to play ball, now I just want to rap
Typical black, of course the hair is coarse
Not really that good at losing, so I switched up the sport
More or less, it's always more
Though I confess, I put this beat up in the morg
Their own mortality what got these rappers mortified
I'm high as Mordecai I high five ghosts
With no muscle man 'cause I'm too busy skipping the coasts
You been the son I been your pops, I just rigged it to show
And if you ain't know that's on the regular
I'm going for the jugular, they should keep a record of
My styles like one man hall of fame
And just because you got the ball don't mean you can call it game
I call it shame, don't call my name
'cause it don't sound as well coming from the lips
You sheep a** n***a, f** what you heard from the herd
Keep your word at your hip, and I ain't talking the sword of god
Or talking bout clips, I'm talking the limp
Pimp, don't let ‘em catch you slip
I'm munching on a bag a chips relaxed as if
The damaged did will suddenly relapse and then
We can all be happy now, and not the Pharrell sh**
The selfie selfishness, just know that hell exist
'cause we live here now, look in my eyes
And see your heaven, can we get there now
…fool I been profound
You ain't been doing the education
Like f** grammar f** legislation
Two things I hate the most
I'll say that sh** as toast at my brothers wedding
And boast and put on a show
Eyeing the bridesmaid
Show her the standing up, she gave me a standing o
Applaud the craft, do the match, I just want my credit
You can keep the cash, kiss my a**
Cuz I been here and still I'm up next like a re-run
Look at all that we done
The fans you got gon' hear our sh**
And turn to you for refunds
Someone tell Drake he should never let the beat run