Code Red

I think I'm a role model to anyone who ask Teacher think I'm cheating, and she kick me out of class Daddy think I'm growing up, and I'm really kicking ass Mommy think I'm baby, and I really need a nap Grandma think I'm a good boy, and I'm witty when I rap But she don't know what the fuck I'm saying She can't hear me I'm too fast If she found out what I was saying, she would whip me on my ass And she would probably fall to the ground with a mini Heart-attack Fans think I'm talented and nifty with the craft Haters think I'm corny, and I'm cringey, and I'm trash Labels think I'm selfish, and I'm stingy with the cash I think they don't like me, they can kiss me on my ass Sister think I'm preoccupied, she miss me way too bad But she don't want to give me a call, 'cause I'm too busy doing raps Doing tracks, doing shows, doing hoes from the back Doing this, doing that, doing great, doing bad Ay! Tell 'em I get the remedy and the potion I just taught myself how to better breathe in the ocean I'll be swimming through with the melody and the flow shit When I pull up alla' the enemy, they go, "Oh shit!" Everything I do is dark, and they tend to lead to commotion Then I be taking your heart, it's a felony for emotion I do it all for the art, but I presently got impulsion Profit, pussy, power, I definitely am indulging Definitely took my focus Definitely is the show biz Definitely lying to you, is definitely not the motive Definitely know some rappers who always study my flows And actin' like they don't know me Then definitely went and stole it Biting my shit little appetite bitch You would owe me quite a bag if I patent that shit Rapping ass kid with an ugly demeanor Like "Fuck my teacher", now I fuck my teachers I don't bust my heater I'm a young mind-reader I can tell you a bitch, I ain't a tough guy either I was just a little boy with a plus sized feature I don't ever get touched, I don't trust my preacher Nuts hang low 'till they touch my sneakers My socks aren't brown for my boxers on top, yeah They told me that I got it all wrong, yeah I can't hear you "La, la, la, la" Need some money for my daddy, and a life for my mom Got the pressure on my shoulders, but I'm walking all calm I think all the spotlight, make me wanna cause harm So it's always on sight, that is on a dot com Not to call me commercially Y'all take longer to worship me I'll be all in a murder scene Call the coffin security Y'all don't want to encourage me I'ma follow the person who causing all of the murders Like Holocaust did to Germany Y'all impostors are irking me Costume on like you're working at Comic-con or the circus But I'm opposite, heard of me? I'm the guy that fucked you up, that walked you off to emergency Just to impersonate as the doctor prepped into surgery Knuckle up to maturity Toughen up to authority I don't want to kill all of 'em Just the fucking majority Run amuk on the orderly Motherfuckers ignoring me I might even be wearing that button up, do it formally Formerly known as: "Kiddie with no class", "Kiddie with no bitches" "Kiddie with no cash" Kiddie was so sad, give him a Prozac But he never took it, now he act how the pros act Now he's a no-knack Giving out toe tags Fuck a co-sign, I'm too cold for the collab Who will oppose that? I need to know that This was a bullet if you got nowhere to blow at Y'all softer than a cookie dough If it means war I'll be following the bullet holes Fuck you mean I shouldn't go? You know what they say right? Better safe than sorry Better sorry than a pussy, though (pussy) Huh, all of y'all softer than a tootsie roll If that costs a pretty penny, my shit gon' be beautiful I'ma do it all alone but if I hit the jackpot? I'ma thank God, like "Halle-fucking-lujah hoe" Yeah, halle-fucking-lujah hoe I just hit the jackpot, halle-fucking-lujah hoe I was always yellin' and suckin' on a titty as a 2 year-old Ain't shit changed, that's beautiful halle-fucking-luja hoe How the fuck you doin' hoe? Oh I'm doin' good I'm just plannin' out your funeral I said "I'ma kill 'em in the Studio" And they said "Over my dead body" I said "Boy, that's doable!" (Boy!) Uh, y'all sweeter than a sweet potato I know they depressed like everytime I see a hater Fightin with yo'self for I can be the mediator Shut your fuckin' mouth and maybe try to feed it later Maybe try to get inspired instead of all the jealous anger Maybe try to save a little instead of spending all your paper Maybe try to buy a crib instead of livin' in a trailer Maybe try to pull a chick instead of tryna pull a favor (Oh!) Uh, y'all softer than a Chia Pet Pussy like a cheetah girl I hope you don't PMS (Oh!) I hope it won't be a mess I know that you see 'em next? I know that you dream about me Wonder if you pee your bed Wonder when I'm gonna put my feet up on your seat and desk Wanna kick me out? Now that ain't the way to treat a guest I am not an old head I am not a new head I am just a Code Red, Code Red