[Verse 1]
Don't listen to the radio because all of those rappers worse than me
I know, because I've dissected all their lyrics in surgery
And performed autopsies on these supposedly murdered beats
That were still alive, or at leastthey were before they heard of me
I'm coming for the top, the crown, the throne
The town you live in, the castle keep, your home
Your fans, your girl, that chick on the side that you bone
The rest of your possessions, everything that you own
You phonies been phoning in all of your tracks from out of state
Or you ain't write that sh** anyways, shoutout to Drake
That's why I'm trying to drain you of your motherf**ing energy
Because you don't deserve any of it, stop pretending, G
You ain't no friend to me, you just a goal to surpa**
I'm spitting out sick sh** like my favorite hobby is slurp a**
Why do rappers think I walk around like I got pink eye
Oh right, my eyes red because the bud, plus I drink high
But I ain't touch either in a minute, not with mom and pops around
Gotta keep it down, I've been making too much sound
They grilling me over my attitude, every little frown
But thats exactly why I stay in the basement, its cooler underground
Too wise to bite the hand that feeds me
But too bitter to let that sh** go like it's all cool
Youngest of the bunch, they both probably need me
But all I'm trying to do is go back to school
Because that's where my friends are, they got jobs in CA
Working at google, while I'm back in the AVA
I f**ing hate it here, it rains like every day
Life on the farm was truly better in every way
But I really can't complain about how other people living
It's not like I don't appreciate the talents that I'm given
But these rappers told me chase green, and I see it on the other side
My eyes ain't lied, I'm stealing your fans like Bonnie and Clyde
And people follow me around like that's the norm
And on the day I do choose to unleash the storm
They run to my j**el cased CDs because my LP is k**a
And inside that audio donut, word to Dilla