[Verse 1]
Hey look, it's that little Fletcher kid rappin'
Why does he keep even tryin' he knows this ain't gonna happen like
Oh wait, the dude actually got some talent
Maybe he's really about, will he fail? Pshh I doubt it SIKE!!
Ben's so fake he might actually be a mannequin
Thinks we fall for all this sh** about how know ones understanding him?
Oh god, you're so complex, we know
Doesn't all of a sudden make you the next Bino
Then you act hard, that's ack-ward
Because I think you're a f*ggot with a microphone and I've had it
With your convoluted similies enemies want a trigger squeezed
At your f**ing head so you just turn into memories
On god, you gotta stop, you're embarra**ing yourself
You're gonna flop when your tape drops, you're in dire need of
Health in the mental, tell me what's your credentials?
You're nothing man, put down the pad and the pencil, b**h
[Verse 2]
I've always been a fan of trying things that none of my friends ever dared
Said I want to try rap, they just all stopped and stared
When I'm putting out tracks, my conscious gets kinda scared
Will people think that I'm sack, or just mentally impaired?
Cause I know I ain't authentic, I know I ain't real
The fruits that I bear aren't there when you pull off the peel
But other rappers droppin' snacks and I've been serving up meals
And to get no credit, you know how bad that feels?
Cause my rhymes stay hot, and they keep getting hotter
Can't take me serious cause I'm not black? What's this, Harry Potter?
I stay home, I write raps, I make beats, and I play FIFA
My brain shines like a lightbulb that lights up like I smoke reefer
It's crazy, future looking kinda hazy
But all this creativity in my cranium be pushing up these daisies like it's Day-Z
So go ahead man hate me. In 10 years you gonna praise me
When I'm at the throne with Ye, Dre, and Jay-Z
I'm Gone