What´s up with this faggot?
Fuck is with this nigga?
Why is he still rapping?
He even wears the fashion

Should´ve stuck to makin´ pop commercial smashes
Seriously
That´s why people don´t take you seriously
That´s why we don´t wanna hear nothin´ you say
´Cause you ain´t the man that you appear to be
No, nigga, seriously
We don´t wanna hear your conspiracies
And we don´t wanna hear your political views ´bout extraterrestrial activity
Look, nigga, make up your mind
How much longer you gon´ wait to decide?
You was kickin´ some dangerous lines
Now buyin´ your shit a waste of my time
Nigga, what´s up with you?
That´s why all my niggas don´t fuck with you
And that´s why we don´t come to your after parties
´Cause we don´t wanna hang in the club with you

It´s only two type of niggas
A street nigga and a you type of nigga
A coon type of nigga
Prolly born with a new silver spoon type of nigga
A new type of nigga
A sell out surrounded by wealth
You should´ve been one of the greats
Now you just sound like everyone else

Hello?
Bob, what are you doin´? What are you doin´?
You losin´ your core, fan base and your viewers
Let me show you how to flow, show you how to make music
Obviously you clueless, how I know? ´Cause I´m Jewish
Oh, is that unruly? For me to say so rudely?
What if I stand on trial? What if I stand on jury?

What are we on TV? Who´s the judge? Judge Judy?
What am I supposed to return all these cars and jewelry?
Like I don´t even know how the flow supposed to go
Like I don´t even know how the show supposed to flow
Like I don´t even know how the beat supposed to sound
Like I don´t even know where the notes supposed to go
Like I don´t even know how my soul´s supposed to feel
Like I ain´t supposed to win, like I ain´t supposed to glow
But you´ll never understand the way that I think
If you ain´t grow up where they sold dope before
Oh, number one draft pick, number one draft pick

Oh, he´s nice for a black guy, oh, he´s smart for a rapper
Oh, that´s who he´s with? Oh, she´s cute for a black chick
Oh, he´s actually cool, I went to school with him actually
Actually, he could´ve had a masterpiece
Now it´s just a fuckin´ catastrophe
Anyway, get Fitz on the phone
Tell him send it over to mastering