I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it

This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it

I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em

Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition

Fuck's the difference?

I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules

Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose

I've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full

I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me

Fuck you think? (Woo!)

I got a couple of mansions

Still I don't have any manners

You got a couple of ghost writers

But to these kids it don't actually matter

They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"

I said, "I don't have any answers."

'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album

It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers

And actually comin' from humble beginnings

I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning

I wish I could say, "What a wonderful feeling!"

"We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!"

But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability

To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me

The inability to pen humility

Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of

Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?

Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular

Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up

Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck

About the ones that were here before you that made rap

Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks

ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at?

We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back

'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage

All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap

I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad

But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat

That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that

But I think it's inevitable

They know what button to press or what lever to pull

To get me to snap though (Lil' bitch)

And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger

But you've been takin' the dicks in the fuckin' back, ho (Get it?)

On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'

Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits

I'm asleep at the wheel again

As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent

Of another beat I'ma kill again

'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again

Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin

It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram

And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again

Levels to this shit, I got an elevator

You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker

I sound like a broken record every time I break a record

Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater

Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way

I got spite inside my DNA

But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy

It's the moment y'all been waitin' for

Like California wishin' rain to pour

In that drought, y'all been prayin' for

My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw

Still the same Marshall, that outlaw

That they say as a writer might've fell off

I'm back on that bull like the cowboy

So y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move (yeah)

[Joyner Lucas:]

Y'all gotta move

Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice

Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot

Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice