[Verse 1]

All the cards on the table and the liquor is out 
I’m the one that was argued and was bickered about 
Should we be letting him in or be kicking him out? 
I’ll tell you what, all of you can get a [bad word] in your mouth 
I came a long way with the door slammed shut 
In my face and [bad word] being changed for my case 
Always getting funny looks and stares cause of my race 
So this turn of events made me bug out in tapes 
I started pressing with the pen harder 
Even got an in outta being an outsider 
And beat it like a piñata 
How the [bad word] can I listen to the chatter and the yada yada? 
Had I done that would have not a not a thing 
Maybe [bad word] a guitar, just learn how to sing 
Or keep my mouth shut and let it sting (no!) 
That’s why I act so adversarial cause 
When you have it like I have it they want bad to bury you  
Flip the script, have you looking mushy like a [bad word] 
Cause you only get respect if you strike and strike swiftly 
And those ain’t [bad word] to rap, rookie 
That goes for the streets too, you can’t act but actually 
Gotta be that bully with macs and black skullies 
And a whole pack of dogs at your back if you rap gully 
I got the real [bad word]  my team is strong 
I can lean on and be the one they’re leaning on
 [bad word] x 2]

Y’all probably would’ve stopped me if you coulda (by now) 
If you ever had the chance to you woulda 
But I’m a bad man, never was a do-gooder 
Yeah I’m a bad man, I never was a do-gooder

[Verse 2]

Before I didn’t have a [bad word] to lean on 
I was stuck on stupid I was just a fiend on [bad word] 
Now they love all my [bad word] up theme songs  [bad word] closer trying to touch the phenom 
On his way up beyond the glammer, glitz, and the neon 
Camera clicks, chicks with big [bad word] to be on our [bad word] 
I ain’t lying, it happens that rapidly 
I was chasing after her now she’s chasing after me 
But [bad word] I ain’t rich like Master P? 
Let me rhyme and let him rhyme after me 
I’m the rapper with the voice making mad noise 
Doctors looked and said he’s gonna be a bad boy 
I’m a bad man from the trash can 
With a butterfly knife and a fast hand 
I just be on the creep be crawling in the grass gram 
So tell me who the [bad word] can stand with the last man 
 [bad word] x 2]