This is a certified hood classic (Huh, sup, yuh)
Yo, what's going on? It's your boy Drizzy Drake, and you are now rocking with my homie
Yeah, I'm David Bowie, without the gay, and nobody believes in him
She was by my side, ain't stick around, she said I'm leaving him
At this point, it's gotta be a joke, we can't go again
Yung Grady said make heartbreak music so I'll bleed for him
Decent people, looking for some decent people, y'all is evil
Michael Myer, had to become Michael Myer to get us even
We can cut it all off, we ain't gon' be even Steven
I don't care about the cost, don't care about who I'm pleasing
I don't need rhyme or reason, just need time and cadence
Y'all just stay in the same spot, go ahead, be complacent
Going private, you ain't safe, you want surveillance
We ain't even talking, yet I'm making statements
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah (Evil empire gangsters, They'll eat your lunch and wrinkle your school clothes)
Woah
I'm in Timbs kickin' down the, let me in the place
I ain't tryna rob nobody, (Trapoholic Mixtapes), everybody's safe
I was tryna pop up to the, (Evil Empire), but I could not locate
If you want take aim up at me come and, (Boom) me, okay
I got everybody laughing at you now, no way
They gon' try to take the old me, use it against what I say
You got, (Evil Empire!), laughing at you now
They staring at you, think you gay
I don't wanna make a post, seems I'm phased
I thank God, (Trapoholic Mixtapes), when I wake up, for a brand new day
They telling me I'm getting, I don't look my age
I could rock a mask and walk it down, I'm wearing Jason face