Jumpman (Remix)

[Verse]
Not a boy, not a man, not a king, I'm a god
Lot of fake-ass rappers in the game; put the mic down, bitch, get a job
When it comes to rap, I'm a bit of a snob
Steadily grilling you slobs
I've been popping off, but you corny mu'fuckers don't move; you still on the cob
They be like, "Battle me! Battle me!"
Every day, another motherfucker's after me
But, like, none of these cats are a match for me
And, actually, that fact's kinda sad to me
You're wack; why would you challenge me?
I'm hungry; you're like half of a snack to me
Say I'm not the best independent motherfucker in the game, now that's just blasphemy, damn!
I've been at it for a minute
Chasing success like an addict chasing prescriptions
Yeah, I'm indifferent to your opinion
Everybody wants to talk, but walking is something different, damn
Back on my game, no slacking, attacking you lames
Telling you, like Birdman told Charlamagne, "Better put some respeck on my name!"
They say I've changed, but I've stayed exactly the same, and that's the way I will remain
Fuck all the money and fuck all the fame
Actually, just fuck the whole game, yeah