Molly or Ratchet or Turn Up

(chorus) I am still not tough I don't say molly or ratchet or turn up I'm not really with it, if someone already did it When they spit it I'm not in the place to trace another image It's the Wells rap originator, not an imitator Trader, eliminator, the hater, berator, the litigator Rhyme self incriminator, titilater Independent penchant for the penmanship writ it, I didn't major Jay, hit the fader, I blaze with the skaters I never change lanes, exchange "Heys" with the neighbors My name's in the paper, turn flames into vapors I'm preposterously dank and shit All these rappers are fake, I wouldn't donate a dollar to them I'm intolerant when they push a fraudulent pen If your girlfriend's a four, but you call her a ten And all of your friends, hype men, with bottles of hen And your stage prostate's clogged with hollering men But the unique speech, you didn't bother to send You got Spizzy Spose looking like your father again I wrote a novel or ten while you were following trends I'm pioneering, forging through the underbrush With blood upon my dungarees, the winter's coming, bundle up I'm trudging through the jungle weeds, and I don't mean the thunderfuck I don't take some with me, I just break it down to pump it up I saw your whack live show and I left with a grin I see you're trying to be like him If everyday you just sway in the wind When it really comes that'll be the end (chorus) It's the innovator, non-assimilator, inundator Blunt incinerator, trunk disintegrator, scintilator Refrigerator raider, rebel written raper, liberator I proliferated while you fakers waited in the incubator Get the grill and put a burger upon And see me flowing while I'm mowing, going circle the lawn I'm still going, blowing potent in the purple at dawn And I got dirt on my palms, I write the thoroughest psalms Maybe you heard I'm the bomb, watch me hurtle to Gronk Watch me gurgle my spawn, your surrogate mom I got her burning, learning German while you're urging for calm I bet your rapers referenced sermon never worded is long See me vocalizing verbals when my thermal is on These yelling raps in the basement is my permanent job Think I could make it, I break it with Jay earning applause I'm highly cavalier as Kyrie Irving, flirting with stars I got them screaming like Drake's there, you think it ain't fair Now you're crossed like a logo that the saints wear Body ape hair, more man than the salt lake mare, snake bare Waiting in the lake glare You think I'm kidding like a daycare I got the weed jar lit, and it's hidden by the bake ware I was broke but it's a new day And now I'm too paid like I'm walking in with fake hair (chorus)