[Intro/Skit 1: Rapper]
Now y'all should know, I don't wanna be seen as just a rapper or whatever cause, I have a lot more to offer, creativity than that
But, I want n***as to know that I can really rap my ass off when I want to. Yeah, I might be this creative, artsy ass n***a, and make this and that [?], but, at the end of the day it all started with rap, that's at my core. And I know what you n***as want, you wanna hear that fire shit. So let me, lemme take you back to the beginning, show you n***as what's up

[Verse 1: ACT I/ Primetime - Kanye West & Jay-Z]
I don't even like rapping, it's capping. This shit is stupid, but whatever

Uh, look
All caps, when you spell the man's name
N***as used to try and bully me becausе my last name
Feel like Yeezy when I spaz causе I lost my Donda too
Rest in piece, I miss my dog, sorta kinda Marmaduke
God was Oprah to us, "You get trama, you get trama too!"
Ironic how my family full of it, this shit ain't nothing new
How we have a family function if everybody here dysfunctional
Passed it down to me, and I convert it into bucks to hold
What you call the coward that's on time, I call 'em "punktual"
What you call a rapper think he cold, a Lunchable
Throw them off a cliff, I'm Mishima to a Huxtable

If you know, you know
Feel like Kazuya, I'm hitting low
She wanna come blow on my Piccolo
Open eight gates and I give her that Hidden Low
Wrap it up, Smash! no Melee!
Hanging with n***as that's moving that Payday!
That's not a flex, that's just how I was brought up
Can't say no names or my father'll get caught up, Oops!
N***as saying they better, you gettin' out rapped by a n***a in sweater vests
Don't test me, unless you want size thirteens in your chest
All you do is rap and ain't nobody out here feeling you
I do it all and more and still be rapping like the rent is due
You suck n***a, your career inside my blunt n***a
Got more talent in one cell than your potential
I'm confident as fuck, so all my plans are confidential
The loudest motherfuckas, be the n***a's flexin' rentals

What the fuck? (Bitch)

[Skit 2: Industry Plant]
So this is how I'm living. Y'all see this? Your new fav, the n***a that's blowing up right now, that guy you think is so cool, this how he living. This look like super star status to you? Look how small this room is, I can touch the damn ceiling, it smells like shit too-
This is where I record all my music, right here. This is the music you love came from. You know it's crazy cause, I've been hearing n***as commenting how they're skeptical of me being an independent artist. They're calling me an "Industry Plant". Apparently my quality is too high for someone who's poor without a label, now y'all just see how I'm living, does that look like I'm signed to a record label secretly? if so I must be fucking deep undercover, bro. I mean look at all my videos, they're filmed in someone's backyard. If I had more money I'd be making way better shit than that, y'know. It's not that good. You n***as killing me-

[Verse 2: ACT II/ 20 Wave Caps - Earl Sweatshirt & Domo Genesis]
First they love ya', then they hate ya', then they hate you some mo'
If I gave my fans a chance, they'd probably eat me alive
Used to have to ask Casey to come sleep on his floor
Cause if I gave my mom the chance, she would've taken my life
Chased me 'round with shotguns, pistols, pencils and knives
Pops was on the corner, thugging, flicking nickels and dimes
Never had a itch to scratch, I'm not commiting no crimes
By 2017, I would stick to the rhymes (true story)

N***as, n***as is bots, n***as is children
Comment section turn a dumb n***a into Neil Degrasse
"JIMMY hit a yuppie in the face for tryna film him"
That's the headline they gon' print, when I kick your ass
N***as calling me a plant cause they can't grow an audience
Post my bank account, like "I'm just pointing out the obvious"
Everyday I balance beamin' empathy and apathy
Soul be feeling heavy like the sun defying gravity
Now my dome is full like close the doors, we've reached capacity
Everyday is torture when you know you could be living happily
[Skit 3: Originality]
You know I'm mad cause, n***as be commenting shit like "Oh JIMMY, Donda 2." "Why drop an album with another popular artist's name attached to it." "Is it a joke?" "Why drop press material with bigger media outlets names attached to it?" "Why not just release something completely original of your own, and your own name?" You dumb n***a, you're answering your own question as to why. How'd you even get here to leave the comment? You didn't look up JIMMY because you didn't know I existed. but you looked up this n***a's name before and because of that, an algorithm catered to that interest, if I didn't package it that way you would've never know I existed. I know! I made original shit for years and none of you n***as got that served to you, you think I wanna do this shit? it fucking kills me inside that the only time I get any real life changing attention is when I'm wearing a mask, when I got some other n***a's name in my mouth. When I try and do my own thing, you n***as don't give a fuck. but whenever I mention someone else or bake they shit into my pie, you n***as pop up, and half of you love me and understand my talent, and the other half calls me unoriginal and derivative, but the truth is that the only way I could've broke through the noise is use the things before me as a vehicle. and that's not entirely y'all fault, y'all didn't create the algorithms on social media, some white boys in a corporate building will never see this. but the game is changing and I don't necessarily have time to be sitting around broke and unknown until y'all randomly find me. Don't get me wrong, being original will always be in style to me, and once I'm good and my family straight, I won't sound or look like any of these n***as, my work will speak for itself

But until then, let me cook-

[Verse 3: ACT III/ Odd Toddlers - Tyler, The Creator & Casey Veggies]
No one gave a fuck until I wore some other n***as skin. Recreated they shit. What kind of message does that send to us?

Fuck yo blog, bitch I make my own shit
Motherfuck your magazine, bitch I do my own press
Everybody saying stupid shit, this shit is ludicrous
I'm not talking Fast & Furious , you kids delirious
N***as think I hate Mac, think I called him a crackhead
The same motherfuckas probably chewing on flat heads
I didn't screw up, I was making a point
"Faces" in my top five, R.I.P to a god
Now they hitting stank faces when I'm walking outside