Michael Jackson

I'm Honda driving, Target shopping Penny pinching same clothes, wearing son of gun I don’t flex for the gram, wear designer brands And I can confidently say that I'm not a thug I pay all my taxes, drink Starbucks Like real bodies, and not all that plastic Your BBLs suck, when you dump your truck How the hell do you guys even wipe your asses?! I'm left-handed, unorthodox I uppercut the game with these hooks I drop They try to put me in a box but they can't contain I jab right, crossover to different lanes I'm on a roll rocking stages, entertaining Screaming "Vote Donald Trump," the assassination Attempt on his life in my estimation Was planned by a secret organization

I'm not even into political themes, I just had a dream That maybe we're not a democracy but rather a bougie oligarchy And side-note; I hate the movie Barbie This family's at feud, where is Steve Harvey? I’m starting to smell Civil War I can taste the propaganda being made It's practically dripping through my pores I don't even wanna rap no more So if you ask what I'm even rapping for Just know I got bored Of the mainstream wave that's washed up shore That you all ride on a shitty surfboard