In the kitchen and it's Taysty
Wonder why I'm always blessed, why I'm never stressed
'Cause I got my thing cocked
Y'all been talkin' 'bout my net worth
Funny to me 'cause you've never seen stock
Haters always throwin' salt on me
Like, "He 28, dog, and he ain't pop"
Well, Eminem was only 27
When The Marshall Mathers LP dropped
I'm not in my feels, mind stuck on what is real
Pray the fake get revealed
You say that you gangster, you known 'cause you squeal
I don't trust nobody, I keep mine concealed
You ain't poppin' shit but you poppin' some pills
You say it's depression, you lost in the field
I'm thinkin' that you just ain't got you a mind of your own
You noddin' off, thinkin' it's real
I got the check, got the winnin' bet
Got my fanbase, got my intellect
Got a face tat and my self-respect
Y'all just talk a lot of shit on the internet
Clouded vision for the clout
What's your life about?
Let me guess, nothin'
That's why I gotta serve the city up, you know it's a drought
I'm takin' 'em out, motivatin' motherfuckers
This life what you make it about
Headed to jail cells and the bank tellers
Blue faces, I'm breakin' 'em out
I went the distance to the fences
Knew I'd win because I had a sixth sense
Y'all folded and you lack the distance
Wonder why you never 'bout yo' business
God damn, can't stand there complainin'
Dye your hair, it's entertainment
You could be a fake thug
Just make sure you keepin' that energy at the arraignment
I ain't off the molly, sorry
There's so much skill inside my body, I can't even contain it
Real as fuck is what I'm claimin'
Only that and underrated, genuine and innovative
In a state of mind where the veil between life and death been penetrated
Human form disintegrated, me and God assimilated
Me and all the greatest rappers who came before me laughin' at how you imitate us
