I roll up like the bottom
of a toothpaste tube
Blue suede shoes,
one missin' a
shoelace to it
Two new chains, you
can call me 2 Chainz
Ropes hang like
Hussein's noose
Yeah, they let the
fruitcake loose
And it goes, one for
the trailer park,
two for my baby ma
Three for the tater tots,
four if you ate a lot
Five, if you came to rock,
straight up while I'm
shittin' on my comp'
I'm about to use the John
Like Grey Poupon
Money like a scroll, bitch,
my paper long
Longer than it takes
a blonde to put
her makeup on
'Cause me and Elvis gelled
together like cellmates
Yeah, this the Jail house,
bitch and I don't give a
And I don't give a damn
about a thing you say
I just wanna feel
like a king again
And if you don't like it,
you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up,
we 'bout to do this, uh-huh
Modus operandi,
bottle of blonde dye
Top five since I
discovered peroxide
Yeah, since I got signed,
I went from pot pies
To Jack and the bean,
I'm watchin' my stock rise
These little attention seekers,
I'm finna treat 'em
like diabetics
Got 'em all on pins and
needles, just like
Ozempic, meaning
Give these little pricks the
finger, and when I
stick this thing up
It's higher than Wiz Khalifa,
Soon as he lit the weed up
As I go pickin' speed up,
Like I was finna re-up
Rap is my new Vicodine,
Suboxene is how I treat it
Still goin' toe-to-toe,
I'm still boxing with
all my demons
But a couple Xanny bars, and
I'm Danny Gar-, see ya
Been stuntin' on you
from the jump
like Evel Knievel
Back in the cut and
stackin' chips up
like a can of Pringles
Sometimes I feel like
Pete Rose, I
got so many hit singles
Bitch, I barely have any
wrinkles, you sleepin'
on me like I'm ZzzQuil
So I don't give a damn
about a thing you say
I just wanna feel
like a king again
And if you don't like it,
you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up, we
'bout to do this, uh-huh
And it goes, one for the
trailer park, two
for my baby-ma
Three for the tater tots,
four if you ate a lot
Five, if you came to rock,
and you never gave a fuck
Middle fingers up, we
'bout to do this, uh-huh
I stole black
music, yeah true
Perhaps used it
As a tool to
combat school
Kids came back on
some bathroom shit
Now, I call a hater a bidet
'Cause they mad that
they can't do shit
And I know
I'm such a dick,
And it must be
fuckin' with ya
To know I up and quit the
Prescription
drugs and liquor
And yet, my buzz is bigger
Still wrappin'
circles around you
Like a boa constrictor
Now I'm about to explain
to you all the parallels
Between Elvis
and me, myself
It seem obvious, one,
he's pale as me
Second, we both
been hailed as kings
He used to rock the
Jail house, and I used
to rock The Shelter
We sell like Velveeta
Shells & Cheese
But y'all miss the meaner
me, back when
I had felonies
That went over your
head because you
just fell on knees
You just literally
knelt to me, I used to
have no self-esteem
I used to cry
myself to sleep
Honestly, I need doubters
because you motherfuckers
Motivate me to make
you look stupid
Believers, a little faith
is all I seek from you
All I need to do is hear
you say the same shit
My father said to me
when I was just
a week or two
Marshall, I be leavin' you
No more Guinness Stout,
but my belief in myself
Once again is stout,
so many world records,
I'm Guinness'ed out
Shit you say,
goes in and out
My ear canals, so
either my hearing's out
Or I don't give a damn
about a thing you say
I just wanna feel
like a king again
And if you don't like it,
you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up, we
'bout to do this, uh-huh