COPE!

[Intro, Spoken]
Motherfuckers tell me they wish they could just be like me (I love you so much! You're so cool!) (Yeah you're so cool bro, you're awesome)
Nah, but like, do y'all really wanna be like me? (Yes I would love to be you! Just like you! You're my favorite!)
No, but when I ask, I mean- like- do you really-
Nah y'all got to
Y'all- please stop- please- I
No- please guys- chill out- calm down- please stop

[Verse]
Who even needing a melody?
Yеllowstone blow, now I'm living here hеlplessly
Never go and pay back the money you lending me
Ain't even stealing, ain't catching no felony
I'm too big, ain't no way you don't remember me
Got too much clout, never need to keep measuring
Sizing me up, bitch you looking too velvety
Soft like a pillow, can't look like you menacing
You wish you had the same feeling that I do (Hey, hey)
People be begging and wishing, or try to (Hey, okay)
That's when I sneak out the brush I been hiding (Hey, hey)
Your brain what I'm finding, it blow, like Al Qaeda (Hey, okay)
My flow out of sight, you be praying on Bible (Hey, hey)
To match with my shit, but my shit on the highest (Okay, okay)
Of pedestal, shot you like sentinel (Hey, okay)
Hope I offended you, shit sound irregular, SORRY! (Okay, okay)
Wish I left room for these fuckers, contesting
I kill the beat, cops show up, they arresting
Put me in handcuffs, now I sit here fessing up all of my sins
On the ground now, we wrestling
Kick the shit out of a copper, a blessing
Don't care for cops, they corrupt, and I'm guessing
That most of the fuckers who bumping this shit
Gonna agree with me when I say they be defending the worst of the worst
Don't fuck with them, you ain't tryna get hurt
They pull the nine out, you end in a hearse
Momma gon' bury you when her one wish
Was hoping that one day, the roles would be reversed
I just don't wanna end up in the dirt
Dying is scary, just put in the work
Do what gon' make you the happiest, so when you pass
You ain't wishing you'd done the inverse
Horrorcore lyrics, I'm making the most
I be rapping about murder, the way that I cope
With the looming idea that death will catch up to me
Hopefully, at that time, then I'm living comfortably
I just be fessing my feelings to company
Don't flex my riches in real life
Because in the real time, you already know
That I'm currently tryna live humbly
Slowing it down
Keep the beat going, I'm going in now
Feeling like BROKIE, I'm munching on Takis
I'm feeling the burning inside of me now
Imma be hitting a bitch like KAPOW
Batman and Robin be saving the town
My dick so big, Eiffel Tower look mini
I got my first milli, I'm hearing the crowd (HEY! HEY!)
I be feeling myself when I rap off of the dome
Yet I struggle with that, write my lyrics, before
I could do the whole song in a one take but I can't impress y'all too much
First, got to get me the throne that I sit on
I rap too fast, must be talking in Klingon
Hoe on the back of the bike and she cling on
I just be flashing my brights, they all neon
Like Tyler said, that shit white, I could ski on