[Intro] I, I got it I, I got it I, I got it I, I got it [Verse 1] Why, bother waiting for f**ing help, right? You thinking bout taking that sh** yourself right? Well Im with you. Get a vest and grab your pistol Put that pistol to his chest and tell that head exec I sent you Boom. Thats for all the people fed up I decapitated the b**h and told him keep his head up I recapitated that b**h and decapitated again I recapitulated and celebrated his setup We setting up shop, without your f**ing label Label support, label supporting a f**ing fable Fake as a four legged horse, with horns in yo' stable They never thought they'd make a mistake that was f**ing fatal By pa**ing up on a youngin who was ga**in up for the avid fans Whooping a**es in public, bagging the budget of badder bands Pulling up to your office to hear your offers and offing you in the process f**ers shoulda grabbed him up when they had the chance f**'em all [Hook] f** that, Im in the driver's seat now! f** that, Im in the driver's seat now! f** that, Im in the driver's seat now! f** that, Im in the driver's seat now! I, I got it I, I got it I, I got it I, I got it [Verse 2] Why bother waiting for f**ing help, right? You thinking bout taking that sh** yourself right? Pick up your middle finger say f**'em all Even f**ing blog writers be telling me f** a blog No integrity, all these celebrities got endorsed Started, paying off whoever s**ing they co*k and balls Started, breaking off whoever seemingly popping off Started, locking doors Blocking the up and coming, blocking they f**ing youngins You stopping them short and dropping the ball Dropping j**els while you pick up your drool, dropping your jaw You'll be the first one to start the applause Ask him to do a song, hop on your tour Break your back to get closer to the authentic You tried, your hair is thinning Its time, your clock is ticking You know ain't nobody copping, you copping to the competition You barely got a pot to piss in You wish that you had the Cynic, but nah! [Hook]