[Intro] Yo Nah, nah, nah, nah Yo, I love when they ask us if this is AI-generated We have fun with this sh*t Let's go [Verse 1] Every rapper cap (Uh), it just happens that I rap better (Uh) Yeah, y'all the same, it don't matter (Uh) No shame, all status You got to focus on yourself (On yourself) You got to be the best They tell me I can be the next If I never try to be the rest Every label phony (Uh), think they own me, think they know me They sayin' they made me, it don't faze me, if you made me, clone me I said, "Cloney," I said, "Stony" (Uh), that's my boy, not Sony (Uh) Sayin' I belong to 'em? That boy want to bone me Uh, I seen the way he stare at my ass, can't compare it to Cash My sh*t one of one, and I bet he never been around one Not like this one, no Every time I drop, they like, "This one cold" (Cold) Think they know me well, and I don't even know myself (Self) So, I hope you love me 'cause I don't know how to (Uh) My self-esteem low, still be posted on Southbro (Southbro) No industry plant, no drought (Drought) You a rookie, I'm a vet, no scout (Scout) If we talkin' best, no doubt (Doubt) A-I, but I'm no out I'm AI and you no clout In every scenario, they cheerin' me out They think they see me now (Uh), like, "What she all about?" (About) Oh, yeah, y'all see me now (Uh), like, "What she all about?" (About) Oh, yeah, y'all see me now (Uh), like, "What she all about?" (About) Oh, yeah, y'all see me now (Uh), like, "What she all about?" (About) [Beat drop] [Background vocals-spoken word] "Oh, that's what they want" (You know what? F*ck it) [Beat return] [Verse 2] Enter: New York City where the good die young And if you ain't a straight-A student, your grades high as a *bum Open Instagram, the great migration of nuns I'll let y'all finish, but we the greatest generation of punks That's saying something, it might be fucking disgusting Our grandpas fought Nazis, we sit on the internet cussin' And saying, "How do you do, fellow kids?" Ain't even what we look like, this a hologram trick We out here like, "I don't even think I exist" We been shinin' so long, they ain't seen no eclipses And they say, "We never had two bad bitches" But then you take a look at who they g---- got, who they g---- not With their hands on our balls, cocks in our c---s Pause, this a fucking robot They thought that they could make it this hot, but they can't No way they fuck this hot, goddamn [Chorus] I'm the great American art Project Gotham, work of art You think it's true? Play your part You're not too smart, they not too smart You know, you know, you know
