Yeah I wear glasses, so what?

I can make your whole fanbase go nuts

Cause being nerdy is cool, it’s time to grow up

Or maybe you’re a little jelly cause your flow sucks

I’m sicker than a chick sticking her fingers into her throat tryna throw up

All the donuts she binged

In a split second reckoning she’ll never be anything more than a record setter for eating all the donuts

I’m blowing up like a samsung note 7

I open fire, no handgun, no weapon

Damn son, I was rapping back in 07

Back when I was trapped with the Catholics tryna go to heaven

And I was rapping with my glasses on

Can’t remember the last time I didn’t have them on

So elastic with the lyrics like an epsilon

They’re an apt representation of my lexicon

So

Get off your asses

I’m a rap star, hit em with the glasses

Get off your asses

I’m a rap star, hit em with the glasses

Uh

Get off your asses

I’m a rap star, hit em with the glasses

Get off your asses

I’m a rap star, hit em with the glasses

Four eyes used to be uncool

So I was a geek in school

My friendgroup was a cesspool of massive tools

Giving me shit because I followed the rules (Shit)

I’ll duel you like I’m Alexander

I’ll take your ass to school like I’m Bernie Sanders

I’m your chief commander, I exceed the standard

While the cheaters next to me are tryna read my answers

Read too many books, I was ten years old

Got a pair of specs and I said here goes

They made me into a rejected weirdo

And became the lens through which i see the world

So

A mechanism for correcting my retina

Injected into my identification ended up setting a

Precedent that nerdy was acceptable

My spectacles

Made me respectable

Oh!

Get off your asses

I’m a rap star, hit em with the glasses

Get off your asses

I’m a rap star, hit em with the glasses

Uh

Get off your asses

I’m a rap star, hit em with the glasses

Get off your asses

I’m a rap star, hit em with the glasses

I’m only getting better and better

I’m feeling unfettered by tethers or pressure to be the mainstream

I used to dream of getting on Letterman

Then when it ended I settled for making it in my daydreams

But I’m cool now, strange as it may seem

We’re living in the golden age of dank memes

And people dig it when I’m being eccentric

Spitting nonsensical shit like I’m in a game of spaceteam

Maybe I’m a legend in the making cause

The way of my trade is so painstaking but

Maybe it’s the method that I shake it up

Shakespeare on your ass, the rap game is up

Smart is in

And my heart is in it

I’m delivering artful lyrics from start to finish

Stepping onto your pedestal

Kicking you in the genitals

Hitting you in the head you can bet I’ll be wearing my glasses

Get off your asses

I’m a rap star, hit em with the glasses

Get off your asses

I’m a rap star, hit em with the glasses

Uh

Get off your asses

I’m a rap star, hit em with the glasses

Get off your asses

I’m a rap star, hit em with the glasses