INNANET

[Intro]
He’s just full of the exaggerated swagger of a Black teen

[Chorus]
God is good
Bitches is bad
Blessed; I got all the swag
Internet niggas is mad
Talking big, it’s all cap
It’s all fake
It’s all fiction
I’m finna start a petition
Y’all just plagiarize the talented to gain position
God is good
Bitches is bad
Blessed; I got all the swag
Executive niggas is mad
Talking big, it’s all cap
It’s all fake
It’s all fiction
I’m finna start a petition
Y’all just prey on talented folk with hopes to gain position

[Verse 1]
You niggas is biters, and worst you thought that you ate (Yeah yeah)
Creating is hard, so I've heard, I can't relate (Yeah yeah)
I'm always great (Yeah yeah)
Finish my plate (Yeah yeah)
I got class, they want clout, such is their fate
Suckers will string you along with potential but ain't did shit
And ain't got no plans too
They really be good at the faking
Want a piece of the pie that I'm baking
Ain't so much as made the crust
Ain't worth shit I pay them dust
Ain't so much as hand me utensils
You just hanging, nigga suspenseful
See I'm saucy, genius dripping off me
And my sights are lofty
Very all or nothing
So you know my bitch bad, she behaving awfully
Like you know your shit's wack, let you down softly
Meanwhile I'm flowing
Ya drip be just for the moment
I just flex flex flex flex flex
It's a compulsion (Got'em)
Causing commotion (Got'em)
Stunt in the open (Got'em)
I can't help it
Baby, I'm chosen

[Chorus]
God is good
Bitches is bad
Blessed; I got all the swag
Internet niggas is mad
Talking big, it’s all cap
It’s all fake
It’s all fiction
I’m finna start a petition
Y’all just prey on talented folk with hopes to gain position

[Verse 2]
Peep
I been out here grinding and this shit ain’t for the weak
They cannot create and so instead they just critique
The cornier among you see the style and just copy
Tryna make a mill is not a mission for the meek
Bitches want daddies and sponsors
She peek-at-you, she a pocket monster
Everybody’s performing
Instagram should be called InConcert
They choreographing they moves
Composing all of their blues
Tell me how the fuck you creative if you following all the rules?
Y’all just tracing
You ain’t Picassos
Thinking inside the box
Your color’s are blocked, you a Rothko
Stay in your lane
Don’t even mention my name
You can’t offer me no advice
Take a whiff, our shit ain’t the same
You don’t know shit
You ain’t seen shit
You ain’t bout shit
You don’t mean shit
You ain’t studied
You ain’t skilled
You ain’t talented
You ain’t real
You ain’t deep
You ain’t thoughtful
You ain’t novel
You ain’t artful
You just bumping ya fucking gums
Whole time your opinions are awful

[Break]
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up!
Enough. E-***-nough!
Boy I been sick to my fucking stomach watching you imbeciles type things!
Stop typing. You niggas are stupid…”

[Vamp]
God is good
Bitches is bad
Blessed, I got all the swag
(Blessed I got all the swag
Internet niggas is mad)
God is good
Bitches is bad
Blessed, I got all the swag
(Blessed I got all the swag
Internet niggas is mad)