Username

Yeah, if you an artist, stand up, listen

[Verse 1]
I hear what you’re saying, I read what you’re writing
I’m standing over your shoulder to see what you’re typing
But when you type in my name to speak on my writing
Make sure you take the time out to at least put a hyphen
I’m more than the bulls on the boards that you hype in
The chords I record through the Korg is like Haydn
How many rappers you know can flow when it’s time and get on the keys and strings like Owen is climbing?
When everybody got computers, say they hot producers or they rap
Hear they lines, it’s like Dr. Seuss’s
And you got the juice to speak on shit that I’m producing
I say I produced it, I’m the god that’s spewing
Just being modest doing when all of these comments chewing me out, I don’t see how I can deal with cocky college students
And I don’t care about your views, you’re lame
‘cause you ain’t nothing to me but a username, nigga

[Chorus]
You’re nothing but a username ‘cause you don’t even use your name, so you’s a lame
(uh uh, it’s just a username, and you don’t even use your name, just a username)
You’re nothing but a username ‘cause you don’t even use your name, so you’s a lame
(uh uh, it’s just a username, I suggest you niggas choose your lanes, use a name)

[Verse 2]
What you’re saying, you gon’ say it to my face, naw
But you get confidence sitting behind a spacebar
Either afraid or your mama named Gun
She would name her son Son of a Gun one hundred and one
That’s sarcasm if you’re dumber than dumb
Judging by your comments, to call you dumb is a jump
You motherfuckers can judge and come with jokes that’s clever
But your jokes can never upload a flow that’s better
If you could you’d respect us and actually revere us
‘cause then it would be clear what we’re doing is that serious
It’s way more than just clicking a mouse
This is blood, sweat and tears when I’m kicking them out
While you sit in the house, posting your ignorant doubts, I’ll be in the studio probably mixing my child
Maybe switching my style just so you can say it ain’t the truth
Okay, you’re just a username
Bye

[Chorus]
You’re nothing but a username ‘cause you don’t even use your name, so you’s a lame
(uh uh, it’s just a username, and you don’t even use your name, just a username)
You’re nothing but a username ‘cause you don’t even use your name, so you’s a lame
(uh uh, it’s just a username, I suggest you niggas choose your lanes, use a name)

[Verse 3]
I dedicate this to my brother B.Slade, who takes a lot of bullshit because he’s gay
Twitter is not a pulpit, save your Tweets, pray
Nigga, you’re not the Lord Jesus, he saves
You wanna impress me, then be interesting
My brother’s a genius, ain’t like he can just sing
If men just think, we can change our condition of a society governed by our own opinions
We all own opinions, so why is yours valid?
Can I see your credentials? Or maybe your talent?
If not, then you’re a coward so remain anonymous and recognize I’m just laughing and passing your comment up
So if you’re racist and use the word nigga
On YouTube you gangster, now you can burn triggers
Type in all caps and all that on Twitter
Just know you’re not someone I consider
Nigga, you a

[Chorus]
You’re nothing but a username ‘cause you don’t even use your name, so you’s a lame
(uh uh, it’s just a username, and you don’t even use your name, just a username)
You’re nothing but a username ‘cause you don’t even use your name, so you’s a lame
(uh uh, it’s just a username, I suggest you niggas choose your lanes, use a name)