This is me being myself.
[Verse]
I propose Barack prepare a salary for 'batin and pardon me for bugging Dara, Valerie, and Caitlyn
I’ll be a rich man for my dick handling, and they’ll see I’m not so insane
But for real? I’m more depressed than a Knicks fan, oh, please, tell why I still have faith
I don’t wanna fap, I don’t want to see their cats
Why do I rap this mess? Why rep what erodes my flesh?
Look at me being everything but myself
Using this motherfucking voice, over-enunciating, finishing every word like that’ll save me from dying for being a few shades darker than Yung Berg
Politics and respect don’t mesh
They’ll feed the stereotype ‘til that bitch heavyset
But I’ll punch it in the gut, ‘til I see upchuck, then shove their faces in it and make them dissect it
Everything for a reason; everything looking like AD’s 4th season
Out of order, this planet is broken
Rung the bell for service and it sounded like Bree Olsen
So I doubted anyone was really gonna come
But really, I just had to learn to work my tongue
Now I’m here, tryina’ speak help into existence
Mouth to the heavens, begging for help or tips when I once thought they weren’t even necessary
But my efforts were futile
Lo and behold, this is me now
Brutal