Maga Rapper

[Intro]
People wanna know where I been at
They wanna know why
I been takin' so long to come back
They wanna know why I just
Blast on the scene, and then dip the fuck out
Bitch, I fought my whole life to get here
I 'on't jump when you say so
I 'on't jump when shit's trendin'
I make shit trend, mothafucker
It's lonely at the top, huh, welcome me back

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I ain't no MAGA rapper
I grew up 'round title rappers
Battled afterwards, in parkin' lots
Where bottles cracked and shatter
Ain't no cracker, I knew black lives matter, 'fore you branded it
Hashtaggin' everywhere, while folks who don't care sit in mansions

[Verse 2]
Since, I blasted on the scene, bitch, I done did this for the culture
Killin' rappers, leave 'em dead on sight, there stinkin' for the vultures
Gettin' money lately, so be cautious how you kids approachin'
'Cause, these holsters, holdin' toasters, have ya' face all over posters

[Verse 3]
Kinda like ya' favorite rapper 'cept the album title's Missin'
Christian don't mean I ain't got demons, it means I fight against 'em
Some get a couple ticks of success, even family start to distance
Same folks ain't give you shit, when you ain't have no pot to piss in

[Verse 4]
So use wisdom when you talk to me, like chewin' with ya' back teeth
'Fore ya' front teeth where ya' back teeth at, for callin' my shit MAGA rap
Don't at me at these socials, thinkin' shit can't turn to real life
'Cause it can, and real quick, too, when you stick to the codes that I stick to

[Verse 5]
Bitch, you don't know shit about me
Worst thing you could do is doubt me
Best thing that I ever did was save that little kid from drowning
Worst things that I ever did, I definitely ain't gon' rap about it
Got more stripes than this flag wrapped around him, homie, ask about it

[Verse 6]
Tha's right
Oh, yeah, feel good to be back
By the way, l already know what you thinkin'
Shout out to the homie, Bryson Gray, this ain't no diss track, baby
Shout out to the homie, Tyson James, this ain't no diss track, baby

[Verse 7]
Aye, look, I'm sick of all you pussy rappers, who I mean? Yo' pussy ass
Whoever said some shit behind my back, mad 'cause I'm pushin' past ya'
I 'on't do these politics where blue checks get the compliments
And how this shit get overlooked, like unabridged, limits, bitch!

[Verse 8]
I move like they do not exist, gimmicks, they say that that's my hits?
The problem is you dipshits don't hear lyrics, you just nod ya' heads
You're tired of politics? Cool, me, too
But all I do is write the life I live, when I jot with pens

[Verse 9]
So what the fuck do y'all expect?
When they turn our lives to politics?
Your skin color? That's politics
A mask and vaccine? Politics
Just want the fuck-up out of this
But, this is how I cope with
All the hopelessness they gotten us into
And through the process
Guess I got a couple followers

[Verse 10]
So everyone that's listenin', it's time to set the record straight
Trump and Dictator are the only records that I made
That took a stance, specifically, 'bout where I stand politically
So stop tryin' to fit me in these boxes that're gimmicky

[Outro]
'Cause, I'm just an artist
Playin' my part 'til I part this world
Like the waters God parted
For my forefathers to cross it
There's some more bars
That they'll sleep on, what's new?
But bet they catch the last two
Only MAGA in my rap is MAGA-zines
If I come at you, mothafuckers