Live Yatta - saturn

The Mad Rapper, more like the Mad Hatter
Who got sadder, drug patterns
Got high and touched Saturn
Ashes in the urn from rappers I burned

Can't tell me what I earned
Sworn in with a cape and a sword
I got more ooh-ahs than when they praised the Lord
And the flow a little wonky, but never janky

If I was in the UK, they'd probably shank me
But really niggas need to thank me
Name one time when I have ever been lazy
Young nigga, but I'm their OG like Jay-Z

You can't phase me
In love with money like a fat kid loves pastries
Driving Miss Daisy, going 80
Made from Kanye and Slim Shady

Mom and dad, thank God, I'm glad they raised me
If it wasn't them, I'd be out here like you
Just hating, waiting for a pat on the back at 28
I'm the best thing you never heard of
It's not too late
Do you hear the sound
We don't want your bitch,
she sick and safe
I know you hear the sound

Where the bitches, where the fat ass and pretty face
I ain't them other niggas
Do you hear the sound

Written by:
Kenyatta Bellamy

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