I can’t fit in because I was born to stand out,
So fuck all you niggas following trends just for clout.
Everything I’m not made me everything I am,
Lack of attention and dreams of feeding my fam.
Self made no handouts accepted I did this by myself,
Beliefs and style driven by your doubt.
From the ghetto arose the poetic prophet,
So fans watch as I wash my hands in the blood of the lamb.
Don’t be afraid of what you don’t understand,
Like the Holy Ghost everyone won’t scream and shout.
They say I speak blasphemy,
Well return me to the land of the damned.