Lyrics: Tom MacDonald/Shane Ralph
Music: Tom MacDonald/Shane Ralph
I'm not a nigga, that's my ego
He knows me and you ain't equal
Go ahead and call me Dee-bo
Yeah, I don't **** with many people
I ain't playin' any games, say it to my face
Hate me 'cause the break
Pull up, pull up with that energy I swear you catch a fade
I made like 20K today, don't give a single ****, okay?
All the money in the world Tom MacDonald never changed
I know what I'm worth, the life I deserve
Is finally manifesting in my worth
My mama told me I'll be famous
I guess I've been bein' humble because of her
I want revenge, I want respect
I want a billion dollars and a Benz
I want a convoy full of all my enemies
I want all these rappers severed heads
It's a big, big move, I'm makin' big, big moves
I got a big, big ego, I got a big d**k too (Woo)
I'm at the top right now, everybody want my style
Stepin' on a rare spaceship to the clear invasion
Got my hair braided, diamonds in my smile
Like a bare naked millionaire wasted in his parent's basement
Taming crocodiles I became dangerous from the bank statements
'Cause my name's famous, I been goin' viral (Woo)
They're prayin' I'll lose it quick
Too bad I'm stupid lit
I got Gucci shoes I bought I never use
Gon' put the Gucci kicks through your Gucci lips
Put my Gucci feet to your Gucci head
You'll get Gucci beat 'til your Gucci dead
I will Gucci stomp on my Gucci clothes
'Til I'm Gucci gone and your Gucci gold
Ooh-ayy whole crew big like Wu-Tang
My neck look like 2 Chainz
Money big like butane
Ooh-ayy, whoa
Tatted my face and my hands and my arms and my legs and my ribs and my back, ha
Thank God I rap, even if I wanted a job I could never go back
Whoa every buck I owe I paid off in full
Life I chose, baby like it knows I'm worth my weight in gold
Only hoes keep enemy's clothes
They all move at shoes
Got two money trees a hundred feet I carve my name both
Like these froze, these all gold, colgaine quick without the blow
People that you call celebrities are blowin' up my phone
**** off
**** the rappers under God (What?)
**** the rappers under God (What?)
**** the rappers under God
I swear to God it's like a drug (Yeah)
**** the rappers under God (What?)
**** the rappers under God (What?)
**** the rappers under God
I swear to God it's like a drug (Yeah)
I'm on a roll, I'm gettin' swoll
I gotta go, yeah, yeah
He just a crow, I'm still a pro
I **** his hoe, yeah, yeah
I'm moody don't **** with me
I don't need you to accompany me
My noodle is boo-doo, it's broke and no joke
An my brain's with them pharmaceutical company
Who gonna come from me, I'll just stand up I bet you gonna run from me
I got these rappers all grumpy as shit
****, that son of a b***h
Ayy, my ego the size of the sky (Yeah)
Look up and see my face (Wow)
These rappers they wanna be me and their girlfriends they wanna know how the **** I taste
I don't trust a hoe I just **** a hope
I don't like a dude I say **** your flow
I do what I want, I get lots of cash
I don't really care where the **** I go
I gotta finish this deal, I got a weapon concealed
I'm gonna get this three mil
Netflix and chill, anyone get in my way you can get yourself killed
I got the sauce, you got that juice that is Minute Maid
I just come back to intimidate
This game full of b*****s but b*****s get d**k I just go back to penetrate
Still rep red and white, I don't call police
MadChild out the gate, someone woke the beast
Also red and white, that's a make-believe
Double cheese for me, that's a staple piece
Millions, and millions, and millions of dollars I made
Now I am back and you all are afraid
I show up when I want no one call it late
Man these ****ers are spoiled
Should look at the poor these ****ers ain't loyal
I'm vicious I'm digging indigenous soil
Then I'm gonna' piss on this b***h in the soil
Tom just grab your coat, they want that but slow
Mad just have you wolf, not your average G.O.A.T
What an ensemble
Couple of bad ****ing hombres
Got so much blood on my hands and my money is dirty can handle a laundry
You walk around like a zombie
I'll take 'em back to you calmly
Did so much drugs in my life
And turn my brain to an omelette
I run it up like a gauntlet
Welcome to my house, it's haunted
Last year I didn't feel wanted
Yeah, well **** you b***h
**** the rappers under God (What?)
**** the rappers under God (What?)
**** the rappers under God
I swear to God it's like a drug (Yeah)
**** the rappers under God (What?)
**** the rappers under God (What?)
**** the rappers under God
I swear to God it's like a drug (Yeah)