Just stop yourself and look into the mirror
You're not yourself, can see it any clear.
You ain't yourself, you're claiming...
Too late, no one came to see who you are.

I remember when it was...
Nobody bragged about the dick size of their ego
And fuck the accolades, this wild cast is orchestrated
Expose them, scope them out right in front of their people!
It's time to show these motherfucking amateurs
The lyrics to my verses and the phrases in my chorus.
Porridge is what you need you fucking golden lax
Hold my cock, my flow's acidic, but I'm so unorthodox!
More than... evil leave you mortified
I'm 24, you're 45 and hanging out with Mordecai.
More than right, I ain't done,
Fuck it, I was born to come
Yeah, baby, you're bullshit like Jordan Weal before he won.

You ain't yourself, you claim you are
Too late, no one care to see who you are.
You'll be getting on your hot, dwag
Yeah, on your hot sauce.
You'll be getting on your hot, dwag
Yes, fucking with the hot sauce
You'll be getting on your hot, dwag
Yes, fucking with the hot sauce