Intro: Poetics
Poetics, bring the drums in
Verse 1: Datin
I am just puzzled, I don't understand how this crap you're recording can sell
You rap about coke that you're snorting and lean that you're pouring, it's boring and corny as hell
You ninjas full of yourselves, you claim to be God, even if you have Maury himself
Tell me that you are the Father, I'll tell 'em to shut up, I don't believe stories you tell, yeah
Chorus: Datin
You go to the dealer and you drop back (Drop back), then you hit the mall up and you pop tags (Pop tags)
You get all the ladies, 'cause you got cash (Got cash), to the Lord, all your riches are a snot rag (Woah)
It's murder, murder, murder when you drop tracks (Drop tracks), saw demise, all your listeners'd rot fast
But, you think you good 'cause you gave a lot back, to the Lord, all your deeds are a snot rag (Woah)
Verse 2: Datin
Whether on boom-bap or G-Eazy beats, I will eat these MCs easily, just keep on feeding me
I have been spazzing since CDs and DVDs, way before my fans were streaming me
You're just a jit, wet poo-poo stains in your BVDs, why would you try to compete with me?
I'm throwing fits (I'm throwing fits), because I'm starving, I need to feast, you will become meat between my teeth
Homie, that's sick, yeah
Pre-Chorus: Swaizy
Shoot my shot for the glory, yeah, all y'all chasing euphoria
In the backwashed world with the normies, yeah, when they open the gates and my trophy, yeah
Shoot my shot for the glory, yeah, all y'all chasing euphoria
In the backwashed world with the normies, yeah, when they open the gates and my trophy, yeah (*sneeze*)
Chorus: Datin
You go to the dealer and you drop back (Drop back), then you hit the mall up and you pop tags (Pop tags)
You get all the ladies, 'cause you got cash (Got cash), to the Lord, all your riches are a snot rag (Woah)
It's murder, murder, murder when you drop tracks (Drop tracks), saw demise, all your listeners'd rot fast (Rot fast)
But, you think you good 'cause you gave a lot back (Lot back), to the Lord, all your deeds are a snot rag, woah
Verse 3: Swaizy
Aye, yeah
Rapping with people that's famous, funny thing is, they don't care 'bout the fame (No, no)
It ain't in my hands how you trying to blame us when we only trying to lift up His name
Funny thing is, they still say this lame, funny they comment on posts with some flames (That's fire)
It ain't so funny when you care 'bout money or hunnies way more than they care 'bout God's reign, huh
Woah, I see temptation, bro, I got to go, might be the Devil, he come for my soul
He see my shine, but, that don't mean it's gold, my G wore the crown, so, he sit on a throne
I know it's hard to admit it, Mr. Krabs, 'cause you care for your riches
Crazy, that life can be based off some digits, literally, never mind, I got the recipe (Yeah)
They ain't here playing, so, we gon' ?, it's heavenly, we really speaked the truth into our melody
Preach to the streets, but, it don't look like Sesame, reapin' some seed, that we don't mess with enemies
None of you thought I'm just gon' stand with a Rock, I'm just gon' stand with a Rock
Don't care what you got, bro, this ain't me, this is God, bless you, bro, all that is snot, aye (Okay)
Pre-Chorus 2: Swaizy
Shoot my shot for the glory, yeah, all y'all chasing euphoria
In the backwashed world with the normies, yeah, when they open the gates and my trophy, yeah
Shoot my shot for the glory, yeah, all y'all chasing euphoria
In the backwashed world with the normies, yeah, when they open the gates and my trophy, yeah (*sneeze*)