Hans Niemann

[Intro]
Ch-ch-che-che-check
Uh—, oh fuck, wrong lyrics
Ah, fuck, where is it? Where is it?
Got it

[Verse]
And as the world spins on its axis
I had to move backwards
Cheated through the class
Momma, I'ma be a rapper
Treat it like its bad, but I treat it like a passion
Got the whole world thinkin' communism a fashion
Nationwide love
Hashtaggin' for the cousin
Article after article, little nigga, I'm buzzin'
Favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Know your idols bumpin' the kid
I used to be slumped in the crib
Now they panty droppin' and bra throwin'
They keep on askin' me bout NeedleDrop
And all that's in motion
I knew the block was steady feenin'
Allah gave me the potion
Now I move a crowd of hundreds strictly off the emotion, God damn
Did it for myself then, I did it for the fam
Did it for the fam, now I do it for the planet
Came a long way from bologna and cheese sandwich
But, every now and then, niggas cravin' a cheese sandwich
'Cause you could take the God out the hood
But, you can't take the out hood out the God
I'ma say it proud, Know the game need me
Win by any means, Hans Niemann
Real niggas losin' to the needle
Sisters gettin' killed for the cleavage
Every Black soul on this Earth is internally bleedin'
And every breath I take is gonna put me at risk
I know that my first shit had put my ass on a list, but fuck it
Only one way to live, and I pride on zakat
All of myself to y'all is what I give
Is you down with me
I need know is niggas down with me
Is you down with me
Them white folks tried clownin' me
In a sea full of clownery

[Outro]
You're up 2-0, what's the story, are you not happy or
You're only half happy or-?
What's there to be happy about?
You're up 2-0
Job's not finished
Job finished?
I don't think so