This House

Lately everyone been talkin' crazy

Feel like everybody's got some shit to say

They misinterpreted my good intentions

And expected I was just gon' step away

If there's a heart that pumps and there's a breath to take

Then I won't bite my tongue as long as I'm awake

And they don't have the guts to make a dumb mistake

I'd rather crash a car than ever touch the breaks

I built this fuckin' house

They the kinda people that be dyin' for exposure

They the kinda people that get mad and lose composure

They the kinda people that are never goin' forward

They are just the ones, the one's that are lookin' for apologies

Hatin' real loud, but they follow me

Screamin' at the top of their lungs, I'm the scum of the earth

In the same damn breath, tryna preach about equality

Back before I wrote the song on race

They all ignored that I had somethin' great

They tried to edge me out, they didn't hear my bars

They tried to tell me that I wasn't built for fame

Fast forward to when I'm fuckin' paid

I ain't spend a dollar on a fuckin' chain

I'll get my mom a house, I'll get my dad a car

I'll make my sister rich, she'll never work again

And this hater shit is so underwhelmin'

I'm conditioned for all of the abuse

Seein' the reaction videos all blowin' up

And you're welcome for all of the views

Blow up my Twitter, y'all just keep makin' me bigger

Y'all just keep showin' you're triggered

Y'all just keep missin' the point and I keep doin' me

Y'all ain't nothin' to even consider

Man, I built this fuckin' house

I'm the kinda person making music with a purpose

You the kinda people that be hatin' on the surface

I'm the kind that you ain't used to, the kind to make you nervous, yeah

Back before I wrote the record

I could see this comin', like a fortune teller

And a calm sea don't make a skilled sailor

So I thank the heavens for the stormy weather

Okay, fast forward to when we're old and gray

I'll be lookin' back at when they posted hate

And it will hurt a bit, but it was worth it

When your dream is gettin' heard, no matter what they say

I tried conveying that I love us all

And the way I did it left 'em so appalled

I used a broken arm to try and break their walls

No matter what they say, they know it took balls

I surveyed the land, and I found a location

Unloaded the lumber, and pounded the stakes in

I blended the bones of the people who hated

With blood and cement, then I poured the foundation

I built the frame with all my guilt and shame

And then I chiseled my name and the date in the basement

I carved my initials in all of the boards and the beams

That are needed for structural greatness

No record label, no distribution

No co-sign, no publicists

No manager, no teammates

No money to make up my budget with

No groceries, no studio

No bookin' agent, no bucket list

No PR and no marketing

Just fans

Man, we built this fuckin' house

When my days end and it's vacant

And they bury me with that only key

My biggest fans gon' break in

With a Ouija board and a box of chalk

Draw a pentagram, hail Satan

Try to bring me back from that wooden box

Y'all tried to fill my grave with

Then they'll sit on the roof with the rifles I hid in the fridge

And they'll shoot at the men on the ridge

Who are comin' to undo the work that I did

Then they'll block off the highway that leads to the crib

And put sensors on all of the boards on the bridge

So they know when they're comin' to empty the clip

Then they'll gut all the bodies and cut off the skin

Then connect all the pieces with needles and pins

And attach it to ten feet of branches and twigs

And then plant it in mud till it stands in the wind

Then they'll stand there and look at the shit that we did

That we never imagined we'd do 'cause of them

Our blood and sweat and tears

Went into what we built till we were begged

So we used blood and sweat

And tears of enemies to build our flag

We built this house, we laid these bricks

We set these traps, these flames we lit

Our haters doused in gasoline

They brought to try and torch us with

Let 'em hate, dog, everyone will have somethin' to say, dog

Their opinions don't mean shit

Tryna judge your engine by your paint job

Fuck a gravestone, I'ma cheat death

There's too much I ain't seen yet

They think that I got in way over my head

But I feel like I just got my feet wet

We're tryna dream more and sleep less

Avoid the pills when we're depressed

Remember to not be too hard on ourselves

If we cut deep enough, we all bleed red

Man, you never know when it's time to go

Heaven's open when the bars are closed

So seize the moment, don't leave it hopin'

You'll breath tomorrow, you could be a ghost

I'm livin' my life, the finish line is right in front of me

Made of fishin' wire, so I'll never see it, till it's too late

When God shakes my hand, please celebrate