Lo-fi sound - first off I don’t wanna burst off if you not a forthright clown
But ask me to ghostwrite and most likely you’ll be a ghost right now
Won’t bite down, but you’re in my jaws kid
It’s high time that you learn to be cautious
Selling souls for a chance at a moshpit
Ain’t a good road or a path or an auspice - you an ostrich
And fuck rappers who can’t write their own lyrics
If there’s a good reason, fuck you, I won’t hear it
That’s shit is so pyrrhic only for broke spirits
Go spear it straight through with a rap I hope pierces
Cus they won’t make me a convert
I’m honestly probly never playing a concert
Like really, the business is friendship
That’s where the magic’s from, I don’t listen to Kendrick

Ain’t having this, bars are melting the verse
Fuck a James Patterson I’m Carlton Mellick III
The hardest sell in the world and I can still flow
Hope people forgive this rap for havin nil pones
I feel gross, like what’s the point of this?
This a damn game that I annoint with piss
Select a choice of kicks
But always wind up with my voice dismissed
It gets hideous, go to beds and wrench idiots
Smack em with the little Dith, teach em French idioms
And get vidya, the kind I’ll never get to play
I’ve been writing on this couch now for tseven days
And I don’t know if it’s worth it yet,
But if I’m ever big then know the words I said
Being someone’s ghost isn’t great for your health
If you wanna make it right you gotta make it yourself.