Ain’t A Role Model

[Verse 1]
Bitch do I look like a role model?
I'm just tryna get my records out while I waddle round the streets, and drive around in a front seat of a marque
Nah I ain't black but that don't mean I should be crucified
Look at Em when he came into the game and ignited the flame after he spent time doing fights in motherfucking rap battles
Some of yall who looked down on me let me just rattle your uncontrollable emotions til you tick and I'll fuck you up like all you are is cattle
YomiShious, is vici-ous to knock you off the stage
I got a hottie at my crib and she's an actress
I look at my networth online and it's in the millies
When I made it in my home city I came to the US of A to do a little business
Started a company and proved begging bitches wrong
I'm a B-list celebrity so suck on my shlong
I made it out here after one track with Mister Chase
Then everyone went on to see the face of the song that we did to get recognition and start working and listening on new beats that we were gonna make
Who knew six songs outta the heart work be the outcome eh?

[Chorus]
Don't make me sick
If you do that you can suck my dick
And flick the bits off, but don't spit on it
Just give it a kiss and let it be told this is bliss business at it's finest

[Verse 2]
But we know they need to get their heads, straight, straight, straight
But they coming at us as though we're deranged, deranged, deranged
Can you just fuck off mate, we in the game, game, game
Don't say shit cos you need all that fame, fame, fame
Nah

Cruising through the hills of Beverly and using some spare time just jotting down the pictures
Feeding on ideas
Concepts cause my mind has it's fixtures
It just takse time to wash those dishes
Bruise all the bitches, yo, my name look like Chris, does it?
See, right there I just did it and as I write down all the shit
I consider shit, though, will likely be considered great
I'll just sit and nitpick it, then, my mind is like an army marching, yelling battle cries, feeding all of it's despise, why?

Cause I'm yelling these anthems so hopefully it gets sewed into your skull to not-

[Chorus]
Don't make me sick
If you do that you can suck my dick
And flick the bits off, but don't spit on it
Just give it a kiss and let it be told this is bliss business at it's finest

[Verse 3 - YomiShious]
For a guy like me that grew up without a dad
For a guy like me who always shouted til he can't
For a guy like me that wanted to punch the fucking world
For a crushing as it turned it's back again, no slack
A brush of death after fame encased, and raided
Like mushed into the fabric, no breath, slaughtered, murmured rage to take this name
Flip it on it's head so the name played the two parts
Gotten fuel started, again, the hooligan martyr, probably

'Cause for a guy like me who fucking OD'ed
A guy like me who told the world to suck his dick
A guy like me who been through the abuse, grabbed many tissues and wish death upon himself, that it almost worked out
But came back with a level head, not just with a care 'bout vengeance, or revenge
Just knew he could be the bar raiser 'fore his tail blew out
With/without a crew, now
Fucking OP, not always lowkey
But naive with his Lakeives, sorry, not sorry