Hottest fire that I ever wrote I was dumb tired, single, hella broke Bars written in my note pads Now I'm rocking bars and I'm getting slow claps Party people love my baggage Let's establish We're all addicts For people in pain We want a tale of revenge From someone who is unhinged We want to get the syringe And shove it deep in the vein So what does that mean for an author Who cut they teeth as a pauper? Now they got cheese in they coffer But we love the grief that they offered Geez – I'll keep it brief like a lawfirm LISTEN I think you gotta suffer for the art ---- risk it for love and you gotta rough it like you bark Til the rest of the public will be uttering "Oh my God" Put the eggs in the bucket Are you ready? Now on your mark Your feels Ooh get in your feels Ooh get in your feels Baby ooh get in your feels