[Intro]
Damn
What's that, Kwame?

[Verse 1]
Way too many rappers say they blowing up like 4th July
Y'all kidding, that's a lie
Get me out of here, I feel like Taylor, man, I'm mortified
Distorted 808 and glide, Kwame 'bout to lead the tide
Y'all can't match this enterprise, you runners up are getting tired
Okay, we got some bass in, homie, you are basic
Knock you through your mirror just so you can really face it
And I ain’t tryna so say too much, I ain't even playing rough
All these rappers really are my children like the Brady Bunch
Sometimes I be smiling when I’m sitting on exciting shit
Barely put in effort but I swear this might just be a hit
Change the lives around me with this rap shit, 'bout to hit a lick
Africans will know this, parents use to hit us with the stick
Now we taking over, going global, I’m a mogul
Flying coastal, to be honest, man, I still charge up my Opal
Sydney city, I'mma local, you can hear it through my vocal
Hater buy a t-shirt, I'mma charge 'em extra postal

[Chorus]
Mamma rang my phone and told me that she really proud
I heard you on the radio, you got some type of sound
With the speakers loud, 'bout to hit your show, see what you 'bout
Kwame going stupid, packing up the place, how
You the man now, poppin' on the 'Gram now
They ain't drop it for you, showing love, they wanna care now
'Bout to hit the stage, let it bang, looking right out to the crowd
Kwame going stupid, packing up the place, wow
[Verse 2]
I don't ever drink or smoke, fuck with me you getting smoked
Boy, you looking like a joke, bet your pockets looking broke
Look at me, I'm on a boat, going straight out to the crib
How you hating how we live when I just gave you what you give?
I got 'em shaking like a GIF, high on life, don't need a spliff
Fuck this shit, I'm bout to split, when I walk, I get the drip
Like Ye, I do it for the kids, why you talking with a lisp?
I like my vocals real crisp, fuck it
All you people super average, y'all ain't never been a challenge
Protect the scene from getting damaged
I might just have to say it Spanish
Estúpido, just mind the language
Rappers is my favourite sandwich
Squad and I be living lavish, y'all be gone, I'm screaming "banish"
You and I, we can't relate, man, I'm feeling really great
Stupid fool, just quit the hate, your ass-whooping now awaits
In the gym, we pushing weight, dominating every state
I seen yo' ass on a scooter, you probably just a cheap skate

[Chorus]
Mamma rang my phone and told me that she really proud
I heard you on the radio, you got some type of sound
With the speakers loud, 'bout to hit your show, see what you 'bout
Kwame going stupid, packing up the place, how
You the man now, poppin' on the 'Gram now
They ain't drop it for you, showing love, they wanna care now
'Bout to hit the stage, let it bang, looking right out to the crowd
Kwame going stupid, packing up the place, wow
Mamma rang my phone and told me that she really proud
I heard you on the radio, you got some type of sound
With the speakers loud, 'bout to hit your show, see what you 'bout
Kwame going stupid, packing up the place, how
You the man now, poppin' on the 'Gram now
They ain't drop it for you, showing love, they wanna care now
'Bout to hit the stage, let it bang, looking right out to the crowd
Kwame going stupid, packing up the place, wow