Mt. Olympus (Reprise)

Now they wanna hear a country **** rap

Five albums in, I swear a country **** snap

Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass

Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drink

Fuck them ****, now they wanna hear a country **** rap

Five albums in, I swear a country **** snap

Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine

Thought they wanted radio, bitch, make up your mind

All this attention, I don't even know what I might even do with it

That control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw

Maybe you hit it

Aw man, I'm more concerned why **** been

Texting my cell, calling my phone

Ask me about this Kendrick shit

That he ain't even really even diss me on

I ain't drawn to all this propaganda

Rap shit 'bout as real as Santa

Now I'm lyrical all of the sudden

Well last year, they claim they ain't understand me

I'm buryin' ****

And pissin' on their graves

Another ****, other **** name on your chain

And they call me a slave

**** scared of this country-born

Lord forbid I catch a body

In the studio tryna calm your soul

Lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me

I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers

Fifth wheel in my shottie

I'm so prolific with these scriptures, they might give me a Bible

Page one, come here, son

Mind your manners, just be cool

I know you lame when you was in school

The little fame you ain't used to

And it was easy for you to move through

English class with your own thesaurus

Like one of these days, I'ma be a rapper

But all of my verses gon' be boring

So I'ma take from all these Southern artists

That mainstream never heard of

Recycle all of their lingo

And make sure I screw my words up

Bravo for your swagger-jackin'

I'm overwhelmed by your dedication

You actually fooled these people into thinking

That your music was innovative

Frustrated

Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'

You telling me I can be King of Hip-Hop

And they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?

**** please, this war ain't got shit to do with us

God could physically come down and say, he is the greatest

My favorite, y'all should listen, he has potential

To outlive the heatwave I'ma send through this motherfucker

And rebuild for a whole 'nother another culture

And that wouldn't be enough

So fuck these haters and fuck these hoes

Damn right, I still mean that

Now they wanna hear a country **** rap

Five albums in, I swear a country **** snap

Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass

Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drink

Fuck them ****, now they wanna hear a country **** rap

Five albums in, I swear a country **** snap

Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine

Thought they wanted radio, bitch, make up your mind

Fuck them ****

Hope the hook wasn't too simple

Either way, ****, I wrote it

Dahi made the beat, yes, I killed the track

I am far from wack, you're one-trick pony

I don't fall in love, I define what's rhyme

Fuck what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it

Lotta rappers buried underneath my house

They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it

Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber

Snap on my stature was fuckin' breathin' dragon

King of every castle, how they signing rappers?

All these labels must be givin' out a raffle

Wranglin' like cattle, keep a **** shackled

Leaving people baffled, tap dance ****

Misleading all of your rap fans, ****

Might as well to do a lap dance, ****

Sap ass ****

Do whatever for some dap ass ****

I ain't got time

To watch out for children, stay out my kitchen

The shit I'm cookin' ain't mean for your kind

Crackin' and bashin' the shit out your spine

King with a crown, humble and tall

Tyrants never be quiet, they'd rather be violent

So I'm beheading them all

The lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges

You ain't sold out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi

What's good for Hip-Hop may not be good for my soul

So, I keep flexin', wreckin' for the people that respect it, check it

Fuck a control

Bitch, now they wanna hear a country **** rap

Five albums in, I swear a country **** snap

Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass

Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drink

Fuck them ****, now they wanna hear a country **** rap

Five albums in, I swear a country **** snap

Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine

Thought they wanted radio, bitch, make up your mind

Fuck them ****

Yeah, I said it, fuck them ****

Yeah, I said it, fuck them ****

Yeah, I said it, thought they wanted radio, bitch, make up your mind

Fuck them ****