Blasphemy

Static Collector They be like, "Who the fuck them brown Boys pulling up like they own the place?" Oh shit, it's the Yodas, everywhere I go they know my face Girls tryna get me to sponsor them but shit I barely date Take hoes to the hotel, kill the pussy like I'm Norman Bates For heaven's sake it feel like heaven on earth That means it's hell in disguise 'cause seeking pleasure's a curse To feel good is probably bad like giving money to church A bunch of crooks using God so they can fatten they purse But fuck it, he without sin shall cast the first stone I used to keep rocks in my pocket so the fiends could get blown Turn rocks into bread and keep a Mary Magdalene of my own I hang with hookers and crooks like I'm Jesus Christ's clone Blasphemy, shit I got the audacity to be just who I think I am So haters wanna blast at me I'm rapping like I'm Cassidy in 2003 I'm a hustler, nobody hustle harder than me Amen, hustle like ten men combined into one So I expect the world to treat me how they treated God's son Crucify me, but no weapon shall prosper, go get your guns Load 'em up and shoot me and they'll ricochet on you bums I'm bulletproof, my skin is made of Teflon, bitch I see bullets flying at me and I don't even flinch I heard we living in the Matrix, shit I must be the glitch You press my buttons you'll be running like a ding dong ditch I pull up like I own the place, I dip and I swerve I probably never get the props I feel I really deserve They be acting like I ain't him, that shit get on my nerves I probably never get the props I feel I really deserve Address all of the gossip I don't ever fucking care to Y'all could never press me like Jimmy Butler's hairdo I'm doing cool shit, I ain't doing what the squares do I'ma break your heart girl, I'm just tryna prepare you I been chilling with the goons, I been posting with the gargoyles Gotta trade these narcos for some vitamins and fish oils I don't want 'em in my circle if I think they disloyals Come and join a winner girl, your man's life is in turmoils Spent his last dime on OF subscriptions At least my bag is hefty to support my addictions Don't give me no advice, you ain't even a musician If you was I'm doing better than you bitch, you oughta listen You should be asking me for help, polish up my champion belt Y-O-T-E's how it's spelt, I'm the shit that's what you smelt, ho I had to get up out this hellhole They see me skin glowing acting like they can't tell though I pull up like I own the place, I dip and I swerve I probably never get the props I feel I really deserve They be acting like I ain't him, that shit get on my nerves I probably never get the props I feel I really deserve