Song 32

Phoe fi-fo, cigarillo, cigarillo I'm shaking up with the trees, how I keep the leaf in the middle I'm more than these hotel rentals and dental bills adding up I'm the Kennedys out for lunch with a preacher, martyr the king I'm Cardi's engagement ring, I'm America showing off I'm Viacom, Viacom, I'm Chappelle in Pelle Pelle And rapping like Dyalan, spell it like Dylan Gave my body to Adam, he told me to lie for him Apple wasn't the apple, the truest sin was the pussy I'm patriarchy on Sunday, don't push me, I'm Viacom Y'all niggas got Diddy money, don't push me, I'm atom bomb I'm Obama pushing the button, in Lybia, Pakistan Humanly a hypocrite, the sinner and the civilian The pettiest that it gets, I'm America at its best Yeah, I'm America at its best Boom boom, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname Started getting money from writing the haiku Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname Everybody on me, I'm lookin' just like you Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname If you smoking dope, then your shorty can come too Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay Riddle me happy, I'm lonely, hysteria A lone gunman outside the parking lot, Missus America I'm everything that you're not, like Kendrick before his prime I'm the ticking inside his watch, and an underdog you forgot Got privilege and money Part of me buried in the earth, part of me chasin' more money Parted with artificial trappings, y'all can't take nothing from me I'm going dummy for dummy If all my godliness is measured by The way that y'all love me, I'm free Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname Started getting money from writing the haiku Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname Everybody on me, I'm lookin' just like you Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname If you smoking dope, then your shorty can come too Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay, with the Noname Yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay