"Trato"

Prod. YAR1 Lyrics: They're like, 'Am I them' Bitch I am him I am the lord, sing me a hymn I admit that I thought that I was God for a little bit Because yall are so fucking dumb My bad And youre still fucking dumb You have no talent, no skills, no accomplishments of your own But you have money, so you think you won But why could I beat at you at like anything under the sun And youre the chosen one Becuase you got some dumb cunt kids too You paid to have sex with like one woman and then cum Reproduction, and then You need a dictionary or encyclopedia or something Here Ill teach you a little bit about yourself Go look up American exceptionalism Youre no different than those crackers on your shelf Ill take you back in the day how Im stacking the pelts I gotta get creative how Im creating wealth Im out in the world and theyre preparing my cell Id n cracked the code, theyre just starting to delve Theyre like, 'Give me your secrets so we can steal them And then say we didnt' Theyre like, 'Give me more music, give me more hits So we can steal them and not give you payment' I wish I could say the problem is with suits and ties But most of yall are not that high up Theyre like, 'Its really tough out here, Ohio' Thats like Hollywood here Chicago is like the holiday spirit Didnt you hear, I dont exist Im supposed to be drowning in spirits Pounding the beer and the weirdos Clowning, entertaining the beardos Floundering around like I need a cure for it Listening to the radio, like still serious I tell them I like women and they're like 'Well are you bi curious' Theyve been trying to convince me to be gay Since I was a little kid and the women are no different So no I'm not on some mission to marry some dumb hoe Just cause she has a pussyhole I'm intelligent, creative, and swole Those are three things that youre not born with either So either get some or get gone And most of these females dont have style either, its pathetic Bitch I made my style off of Goodwill and St Vincents Suck my dick And when they have nothing to complain about, they just scream 'Disrespect' Yea, Im about to go nine minutes on some random topics And just drop it I dont even use the fucking internet when I do this shit I just go off the top with it Yea flow like the big river, I come from way up there in Wisconsin Woah Ive been to hoods everywhere Boy I took the bus out in Compton But not that thats some competition Because Ive been to mansions in Hollywood too I got the resume, I got nothing to prove What about you They call me a dick and asshole They dont how to talk so they talk about anatomy I say I want justice, they say I want flattery Or something about a domestic battery Yummy Im off that cabbage leaf And a bunch of pills for my sanity I gotta watch my calories, living off this salary Im not complaining about some office job, not off and on Im not Fox News or QAnon Im not your pops or some lil punk Speak in the present, you peasant One to ten, Im eleven I make sense of you brethren Blah blah blah blah blah blah six seven Six Nine, snitch guys But then again, I dont flip no bricks guy Not on this side, no Bloods or Crips guy But fuck the guys guy I aint forget no hindsight Mr guy guy One on one its night night Keep a four five for a Mai Thai Dead sober, no Mai Thais Mask on, shy guy CCW, my right Nine on the dash when I ride by Thirty eight in the stash if you stop by TMI for the little guys, I got an AR in the closet if I feel like it They call me crazy and I still like it They call me a Nazi, they want me to Stillenacht it This is Wisconsin, they reached out, Im still not with it I blew up off a lovesong for Jews, or are you still not listening I admit I keep my religion a little distant But Ive marched for men, women, and children Written for those with real feelings I dont need a thank you to lift my spirits Or a photo to keep up appearances...