[Verse 1]
Youngin who, stupid you, so dumb and douchey
Newest dude, sing a tune, and call it music
Two addys, truth had it, I concentrated orange juices
Focus like foreign students or focus like ford or fusion
More distorted views by news reporters who abort the truth
Remember grandma screaming Rob I hope you got the lord with you
Skinny white kid escaped by skate boarding in Jordan shoes
That paper chasin making moves with grace embracing fortitude
Ya
My fortune read I was orphan bread and my mom admits it
The hornets nest where they off me as just a foreign misfit
My pen a torch setting forest fires and burning bridges
My sources said I was born to blow like a whores ambition
Its more then fiction I orchestrated distorted visions
So before you judge let me tell you this ain't your court to bitch in

[Chorus]
Fuck you if ya said I was wrong
This my shit you can hate me tomorrow so
You can hate me tomorrow so
You can hate me tomorrow so
Fuck you if ya said I was wrong
This my shit you can hate me tomorrow so

[Verse 2]
Dreaming diamonds but my pockets still on a penny diet
Screaming silence as I ride around bumping Debbie Ryan
I got the beat give it birth as soon as I came inside it
They wanna bite it but couldn’t chew off the way I write it
Im so excited the Flo is fire no fire hydrant
They thought I died but I came alive and I frankensteined it
Go head rewind it and pick apart every rhyme inside it
Cause I wrote this for the kids who write they raps on math assignments
And still turn em in
I feel like Jeremy Lin
I left New York from divorce but I’m still a northern kid
I scribble art and reveal my heart as I burn and spit
And gotta little tar on my heals due to the dirt I did
Carolina jokes, often inspired by Aristotle quotes
With the occasional marijuana smoke
[Chorus]
Fuck you if ya said I was wrong
This my shit you can hate me tomorrow so
You can hate me tomorrow so
You can hate me tomorrow so
Fuck you if ya said I was wrong
This my shit you can hate me tomorrow so