Woke Up Like This

Bitch I woke up angry
So fuck you from me to you
I don't know why I'm this anxious
I think I'm scared of being cool
These days, got plenty women but
Nowhere to meet em true, so
She gave me head in an alley until I skeeted
Oops
A slam dunk of a time if you ask me though
Shoot i've been making up for the years
Where they passed me like, "Who?"
Now they like, "You bout to be a star
You got the betelgeuse"
I just want enough money to never
Have to speak to fools
Sometimes I wish I could vanish
From all you people i spend most of my days
Just managing people's egos
They see my success buffering
Wonder if they could freeload
I'm knocking on the door of greatness
Ducking from the peephole
I used to like rap before it was all politics
Ironic, angry listeners tell me
"Stay out of politics"
I respond politely like, "Kindly suck a
Pile of dicks, find the stick
Remove it from yo ass and
Stab yo eyes with it"
Show me what violence is pussy
I don't believe you
I never felt tough in the world
But in rap I feel like I'm awfully real
If the first time you ever held a gun
Was on a screen dude, you are not
Not an equal i'm from New York where
Experience wasn't optional
You from where you pick a persona from off
The web you got personality options dude
It's phony son
Yeah I see a rapper with a gun on the Gram
Shit i see Nickelodeon
Buncha Dougs and Angelica Pickles playing for
Pennies and nickels like I be
Jelly of ya jams cause of the
Bread that you pick up
I'm busy tryin' get them to pick just
One celery stick up and let
A real one win but you know it is what it is
Bruh i ain't trippin, that's the way it go
But pardon me if I get faded though
I pursued rap 'cause I ain't wan'
Be 'round white people in offices
Come to find out
Most of rap is just white people in offices
Often it's gettin' loud up in my mind
Wonder if I'll get it all
Figured out 'fore I decline
All I know is they can't fuck
With the calcium in my spine
I'll be 'round here for some time
Bitch I ain't even in my prime it's Craft