(Like, I listen to so much music, and they sing good, and they write lyrics good and also I'm gunna try and tell them again, and they're gunna come on for me)
I'm f**ing losing my mind
I think everything you do just makes me sick
Bullsh** you say to get attention
Just pretentious
Growing tired of your sh**
[?]
What do you see?
[?]
Go buy a motherf**ing [?]
Nobody cares about you
[?]
And write a song about it
Yet still, you sit and wonder why
Everything you do is sick and flawed
Take off your shades
You wanna talk about gimmicks?
Look at yourself
You wanna talk about gimmicks?
Look at yourself
When you're alone I know you're somebody else
I'm the realest motherf**er in the game
I see you f*ggots living perfect lives
Selling all your [?]
Sold my soul so Satan explain
Where's my money, power, fame?
Satan explain
Where's my money, power, fame?
I'm the realest motherf**er in the game
So check yourself before you ever say my name