The One With My Friends

I think I'm the worst rapper on this entire song
 You know what it is
 Or, if you don't, you're about, you're about to know
 I don't need a stylist
 I'm only wearin' black
 And my homies are wylin'
 We all love Taylor Swift
 I'm eatin' with pilots, they callin' me the chef
 I'm saucin' it up
 No directions, we made it from scratch
 Fear God tee on
 Shout out to Jerry Lorenzo
 They callin' me ugly
 I'ma still marry a ten though
 And I'm killin' the friendzone
 I'ma kneel in the endzone
 And my ex had nothin' inside, so you know that I hopped out a window
 Anti-political, only makin' songs that I like
 This is anti-radio
 No placements, won't make it to top five
 And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines
 And I shoulda died
 Like, I don't know, but it feels like I got nine lives
 I came in this with, like, four friends (four up)
 Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on
 I stayed in this and gave no cares (not one)
 Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song
 Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8
 Think I'm great, think y'all late
 That's okay
 Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface
 To point the finger at the bad guy (go ahead)
 At four years old I been a rabbi (gotta leave)
 Let me show you how to do this (I do it)
 I just need a pencil and a pad
 Guy, follow me now
 Couple record companies tryna call on me now
 Tell 'em all to hit they knees and acknowledge the style
 It came from God
 Man, I got my game from God
 Ain't a dollar that can move me from the reign of God
 I'm in this buildin' hollerin' West!
 Hold on, let me go and take a rest, I ain't yellin' at y'all (what)
 I'm just tryna hit you with some evidence y'all (what)
 Evidently heaven sent me excellence y'all
 I just wanna be a legend
 I just wanna speak to the people
 I just wanna play my sounds, make my rounds
 Love God, live life
 Do it all legal, it's easy
 Don't ask me a question
 If you don't wanna hear what my answer is, I'm gonna answer it
 I got no time for the drama
 I got no time for the politics
 I do not care about names
 They don't mean nothin' to me
 I didn't get in the game to make friends
 And kiss up to people that don't even like me
 You know what I mean!
 I don't expect everybody to like what I'm doin' out here
 But I am the one that's gon' look in the mirror at the end of the day
 You don't want my career
 I got some people that write me like, "I wish you'd die like your momma did"
 These are the comments that I gotta problem with
 You should be quiet and watch what you hollerin', woo!
 My fans will eat you alive
 Trolls, get off of my page
 My bars fly over they heads
 I wrote that line on a plane, I wrote that line on a plane
 You won't see me in a chain
 I basically wear the same shirt everyday
 Get a hole in it, go the store and I buy it again
 You already know who it is, for real
 Still on the coast where they throw the set
 'Palas still bounce like Hammer checks
 Papi gon' get 'em like Dangerfield
 Orale, you don't get no respect
 Labels that hit Fern and Marty up
 Marty and Fern never call 'em back
 "You tryna be funny?", was all they asked
 Look at the charts, who laughin' last?
 Now I'm signed, need contracts
 My God is major, my league minor
 Throwin' numbers up, need contact
 These beats remind of Scott Steiner
 Andy killed it on Sway's show
 So I best be workin' my one-liners
 Still pray for that skyline, boy's lit the shots at those one-timers
 I just wanna see hands in the air, my Lord
 Never thought rappin' would keep us employed
 Feelin' like Pacquiao I'm fightin' with Floyd
 The family watchin'
 I better go hard in the paint, that '96 Rodman
 Shots out to Eric, I got 'em
 Dog days in the Cali' summer
 Life's hard, this beat's harder
 Rest in peace out to Harold Hunter
 All praise to the Holy Father
 All the smoke was secondhand
 Either way we'll never land
 Say a prayer 'fore I come around
 Blood of Jesus, please wipe me down
 New York
 I wake up from my bed
 Look over, kiss my lil' girl in the head
 Cause everyday is Father's Day
 Just like everyday is a birthday, you dig?
 Third of the three little pigs
 The wisest one, I build my house up with bricks
 So when the storm came, we just came together in the Lord's name
 Bruh, I sold drugs
 Bruh, I been grimy
 Lord's stackin', you can ask 'bout me
 Had the OG's, they respected me
 The younger boys not remember me
 I was in them streets in the background
 Was your ganstar's gangsta, I spit game for free
 Nowadays when I recollected and I put it down, gotta pay me
 When you say Hollywood, gotta say me
 When it comes to these raps and these APs
 Cadillacs always been a M.O
 Even when the old school broke down
 I'll patch 'em up, hit the skrip with 'em
 It's no surprise a brother on now
 When the streets get a chance to speak up
 They want a brother that's gon' eat with 'em
 Speak up about the same issues and run it straight
 Ain't gon' play with 'em
 My contents done changed up, so them twelve year olds need a young sheperd
 Looked at Santino right in his eyes
 He broked out laughin', he's so reckless
 He know I got now, it's no pressure
 But when it's his turn, let the grits burn
 That Lawrence Fishburne
 But it's on record how his old boy spit it like an old veteran
 Fernie
 Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran
 I'm in a lane by myself
 Ain't checkin' for nobody else
 Whole team lookin' monsterish
 Don't really care for they acknowledgments
 You can miss me with politics
 They lookin' at us like some problem kids
 Anti-political
 I'm anti-political
 Anti-political
 I'm anti-political