This House

Lately, everyone been talkin' crazy Feel like everybody's got some shit to say They misinterpreted my good intentions And expected I was just gon' step away If there's a heart that pumps and there's a breath to take Then I won't bite my tongue as long as I'm awake And they don't have the guts to make a dumb mistake I'd rather crash a car than ever touch the brakes I built this fuckin' house They the kind of people that be dyin' for exposure They the kind of people that get mad and lose composure They the kind of people that are never goin' forward They are just the ones, the ones that are lookin' for apologies Hatin' real loud but they follow me Screamin' at the top of their lungs, I'm the scum of the Earth In the same damn breath, tryna preach about equality Back before I wrote the song on race They all ignored that I had something great They tried to edge me out, they didn't hear my bars They tried to tell me that I wasn't built for fame Fast-forward to when I'm fuckin' paid I ain't spent a dollar on no fuckin' chain I'll get my mom a house, I'll get my dad a car I'll make my sister rich, she'll never work again And this hater shit is so underwhelmin' I'm conditioned for all of the abuse Seein' the reaction videos all blowin' up And you're welcome for all of the views Blow up my Twitter, y'all just keep makin' me bigger Y'all just keep showin' you're triggered Y'all just keep missin' the point and I keep doin' me Y'all ain't nothin' to even consider Man I built this fuckin' house I'm the kind of person makin' music with a purpose You the kind of people that be hatin' on the surface I'm the kind that you ain't used to The kind to make you nervous, yeah Back before I even wrote the record I could see this comin' like a fortune-teller And a calm sea don't make a skilled sailor So I thank the heavens for the stormy weather Okay, fast-forward to when we're old and gray I'll be lookin' back at when they posted hate And it will hurt a bit, but it was worth it when Your dream is gettin' heard no matter what they say I tried conveyin' that I love us all And the way I did it left 'em so appalled I used a broken arm to try and break their walls No matter what they say they know it took balls I surveyed the land and I found a location Unloaded the lumber and pounded the stakes in I blended the bones of the people who hated With blood and cement then I poured the foundation I built the frame with all my guilt and shame And then I chiseled my name and the date in the basement I carved my initials in all of the boards and the beams That are needed for structural greatness No record label, no distribution No co-sign, no publicists No manager, no teammates No money to make up my budget with No groceries, no studio No bookin' agent, no bucket list No PR and no marketin' Just fans Man we built this fuckin' house When my days end and it's vacant And they bury me with that only key My biggest fan's gonna break in With a Ouija board and box of chalk Draw a pentagram, hail Satan Try to bring me back from that wooden box Y'all tried to fill my grave with Then they'll sit on the roof with the rifles I hid in the fridge And they'll shoot at the men on the ridge Who are comin' to undo the work that I did Then they'll block-off the highway that leads to the crib And put sensors on all of the boards on the bridge So they know when they're comin' to empty the clip Then they'll gut all the bodies and cut off the skin Then connect all the pieces with needles and pins And attach it to ten feet of branches and twigs And then plant it in mud 'til it stands in the wind And they'll stand there and look at the shit that we did That we'd never imagined we'd do 'cause of them Our blood and sweat and tears went Into what we built 'til we were begged So we used blood and sweat and tears of enemies to build our flag We built this house, we laid these bricks We set these traps, these flames we lit Our haters doused in gasoline They brought to try and torch us with Heh, let them hate dawg Everyone will have somethin' to say, dawg Their opinions don't mean shit Tryna judge your engine by your paint job Fuck a gravestone, I'ma cheat death There's too much I ain't seen yet They think that I got in way over my head But I feel like I just got my feet wet We're tryna dream more but sleep less Avoid the pills when we're depressed Remember to not be too hard on ourselves If we are cut deep enough we all bleed red Man you never know when it's time to go Heaven's open when the bars are closed So seize the moment, don't leave it hopin' You'll breathe tomorrow, you could be a ghost I'm livin' my life, the finish line is right in front of me Made of fishin' wire, so I'll never see it 'til it's too late When God shakes my hand, please celebrate Please celebrate, please celebrate, please celebrate Please celebrate, please celebrate, please celebrate