Code Red

I think I'm a role model to anyone who ask
 Teacher think I'm cheating, and she kick me out of class
 Daddy think I'm growing up, and I'm really kicking ass
 Mommy think I'm baby, and I really need a nap
 Grandma think I'm a good boy, and I'm witty when I rap
 But she don't know what the fuck I'm saying
 She can't hear me I'm too fast
 If she found out what I was saying, she would whip me on my ass
 And she would probably fall to the ground with a mini
 Heart-attack
 Fans think I'm talented and nifty with the craft
 Haters think I'm corny, and I'm cringey, and I'm trash
 Labels think I'm selfish, and I'm stingy with the cash
 I think they don't like me, they can kiss me on my ass
 Sister think I'm preoccupied, she miss me way too bad
 But she don't want to give me a call, 'cause I'm too busy doing raps
 Doing tracks, doing shows, doing hoes from the back
 Doing this, doing that, doing great, doing bad
 Ay! Tell 'em I get the remedy and the potion
 I just taught myself how to better breathe in the ocean
 I'll be swimming through with the melody and the flow shit
 When I pull up alla' the enemy, they go, "Oh shit!"
 Everything I do is dark, and they tend to lead to commotion
 Then I be taking your heart, it's a felony for emotion
 I do it all for the art, but I presently got impulsion
 Profit, pussy, power, I definitely am indulging
 Definitely took my focus
 Definitely is the show biz
 Definitely lying to you, is definitely not the motive
 Definitely know some rappers who always study my flows
 And actin' like they don't know me
 Then definitely went and stole it
 Biting my shit little appetite bitch
 You would owe me quite a bag if I patent that shit
 Rapping ass kid with an ugly demeanor
 Like "Fuck my teacher", now I fuck my teachers
 I don't bust my heater
 I'm a young mind-reader
 I can tell you a bitch, I ain't a tough guy either
 I was just a little boy with a plus sized feature
 I don't ever get touched, I don't trust my preacher
 Nuts hang low 'till they touch my sneakers
 My socks aren't brown for my boxers on top, yeah
 They told me that I got it all wrong, yeah
 I can't hear you "La, la, la, la"
 Need some money for my daddy, and a life for my mom
 Got the pressure on my shoulders, but I'm walking all calm
 I think all the spotlight, make me wanna cause harm
 So it's always on sight, that is on a dot com
 Not to call me commercially
 Y'all take longer to worship me
 I'll be all in a murder scene
 Call the coffin security
 Y'all don't want to encourage me
 I'ma follow the person who causing all of the murders
 Like Holocaust did to Germany
 Y'all impostors are irking me
 Costume on like you're working at Comic-con or the circus
 But I'm opposite, heard of me?
 I'm the guy that fucked you up, that walked you off to emergency
 Just to impersonate as the doctor prepped into surgery
 Knuckle up to maturity
 Toughen up to authority
 I don't want to kill all of 'em
 Just the fucking majority
 Run amuk on the orderly
 Motherfuckers ignoring me
 I might even be wearing that button up, do it formally
 Formerly known as:
 "Kiddie with no class", "Kiddie with no bitches"
 "Kiddie with no cash"
 Kiddie was so sad, give him a Prozac
 But he never took it, now he act how the pros act
 Now he's a no-knack
 Giving out toe tags
 Fuck a co-sign, I'm too cold for the collab
 Who will oppose that?
 I need to know that
 This was a bullet if you got nowhere to blow at
 Y'all softer than a cookie dough
 If it means war I'll be following the bullet holes
 Fuck you mean I shouldn't go?
 You know what they say right?
 Better safe than sorry
 Better sorry than a pussy, though (pussy)
 Huh, all of y'all softer than a tootsie roll
 If that costs a pretty penny, my shit gon' be beautiful
 I'ma do it all alone but if I hit the jackpot?
 I'ma thank God, like "Halle-fucking-lujah hoe"
 Yeah, halle-fucking-lujah hoe
 I just hit the jackpot, halle-fucking-lujah hoe
 I was always yellin' and suckin' on a titty as a 2 year-old
 Ain't shit changed, that's beautiful halle-fucking-luja hoe
 How the fuck you doin' hoe?
 Oh I'm doin' good I'm just plannin' out your funeral
 I said "I'ma kill 'em in the Studio"
 And they said "Over my dead body"
 I said "Boy, that's doable!" (Boy!)
 Uh, y'all sweeter than a sweet potato
 I know they depressed like everytime I see a hater
 Fightin with yo'self for
 I can be the mediator
 Shut your fuckin' mouth and maybe try to feed it later
 Maybe try to get inspired instead of all the jealous anger
 Maybe try to save a little instead of spending all your paper
 Maybe try to buy a crib instead of livin' in a trailer
 Maybe try to pull a chick instead of tryna pull a favor (Oh!)
 Uh, y'all softer than a Chia Pet
 Pussy like a cheetah girl
 I hope you don't PMS (Oh!)
 I hope it won't be a mess
 I know that you see 'em next?
 I know that you dream about me
 Wonder if you pee your bed
 Wonder when I'm gonna put my feet up on your seat and desk
 Wanna kick me out? Now that ain't the way to treat a guest
 I am not an old head
 I am not a new head
 I am just a Code Red, Code Red