(Hey, Charlie, what's good now?) Wassup?
How are you doin' now? (I dey)
Uh, yeah, so you see I had, I have this idea
Of a collabo project, we could work on (okay)
Like uh, it will be uh, it will be like something experimental
We'll just be messing around with different things (uh-huh), like
Something a bit different, are you game? (Sure, sure, no problem)
Ah, that's dope, that's dope, that's dope (uh-hm)
Ah, you see, we'll do like very strange shit (like?)
Even to, ah, like have some auto-tune and to have you singing
Some auto-tune and some shit like that, like
Hello? Hello? Oh, fuck
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What else?
Uh, say what you wanna say
But you already know that the gift is undeniable
Uh, it's been a while, okay, just a couple of months
And I'm back to see how you doin'
Uh, Charlie said, "A collabo project, we can do it if yo' game"
Uh, I said, "I'm tired of this rap shit, depressin', what it's doin' to my brain"
Everybody droppin' and their fans hoppin'
And sayin' their music is insane for five seconds
And they're back on that Nasty C and you checkin' YouTube numbers
And the viewing is a shame
I feel like I'm doin' this in vain
I'm assumin' it's the same for a lot a niggas when they go online
And they see our people not givin' our people props
No rappers in Nadja? You need to stop
They act like we sign pacts and gather at a secret spot
When, really, a lot a people be rappin' and never poppin'
Because the fellas runnin' the game are actin' like the only option
To keep 'em poppin' is to keep it pop
You niggas fall off yo' peak when you see the top
My small fan base grown from the ground
No manager, no label, no funds and I feel like I'm alone
But I'm proud of myself and I don't wanna sound
Like I'm blowin' up my phone when I'm grounded
But, now, I don't even want the throne or the crown
I'm just trying to be a God
Charlie X, please give me a loan for the album
I'm cryin', my nostrils leakin' snot, very pathetic
Every competitor petty enough to get a verse from my memo
And never let it get out for the people to feel
That's how your favorites operate, anesthetics
Some of 'em mad at me 'cause the women come to me
To get stuff off their chest and then let me caress it
Everybody from the street now, let me address it
(Ah, party, party, rappin' in English is not cool anymore)
Forget your native dialect if your line's kinda light with all that
Uh, heavy aggression, not nearly impressive
I'm handsome, a guy your bae may consider
And we could give 'em what Kim and Ray J delivered
No more nice guy, you rappers fake praise on Twitter
I want smoke and beef, bring AKs to dinner
Uh, fuck your politics, I'm polishin' my craft
And you worried that I might come and take all the shit you have
I don't give a damn as long as I'm a student of the game
And you're buyin' class when I could get a scholarship for rap
I body shit, but nothin' I do is ever enough and
I'm positive that you owe me an apology for that