Outro

Ayo guess what? We done
Ayo guess what?
Ay we done, we done, we done, we done, ay we done
Ay we done, we done, we done, we done, ay we done

Yeah I finished what a feeling
Front on Jesus Christ I'm kneeling
Can't contain myself I'm reeling
My first album revealing
It's so, it's so appalling
The audience applauding
I want to, feel this again
The next, one I'll begin

Thanks to those who helped me through it
Without you I couldn't do it
Mom and Dad, 7even and Jordan
Gabe Nieman and Madi Bolman
Some others contributed if I talk too much I'll get muted
Just kidding

Through the long days and long nights
No relaxation, parent fights
Can we, increase the tempo
You guys, don't get the memo
No I won't get out of breath
My Gods with me he conquered death
It's time to switch the lyricism
I don't take no criticism

You know, I'm a, rapping machine
I'm gonna drop this, Apartment Greene
Kick in the door, wave in the four
They only want more, or they go to war
Run up the score, run up the tally
Climb that mountain, go to the valley
Go to the seashore, then I meet Sally
Never get bored, when we at the rally

Ay we done, have some fun
We number one, son of a gun
All of the ladies here at my house
Compared to my muscles they small like a mouse
Bank account full, here is a blouse
EJay the bomb, I hear them all shout

Running out of pages, too big for all these stages
None of this is staged, it's just a war I waged
It's time to get paid, in a couple years
Sneakers tied and laces frayed
Look at this album I made!

Ay we done, we done, we done, we done, ay we done
Ay we done, we done, we done, we done, ay we done

Let me just entertain you for a minute
So I can show y'all that I don't have a limit
Cause for a while you know I've been on my pivot
I don't swear cause then I'd be labeled explicit

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, here we go again, ay
Give me an adjective give me a noun homie
All I've been doing producing this sound homie
Bring it right back like a merry-go-round homie
When I'm not rapping I'm pounding the ground homie
Homie, homie, homie, homie
You know me, know me, know me, know me
Show me, the phony, my homie, Maroney
Looking stony, and spicy, pepperoni, with ice tea

Check out my Nikes they ain't got no crease
Everyone loves me cause I keep the peace
I'm not broken just like the fricking police
I'll be super popular when this release

Please turn up the volume right now
Stop ignoring me, do it right now
Until the roof falls to the ground
Or, I don't know, the song ends
What?

The bottom line is, I'll do this for years
I'll put in my blood, my sweat and my tears
I'll write you my joy, my pain and my fears
Speaking of which, I only fear God

(It's kinda cool how the last word of the album is God, am I right?
Well, not anymore
I guess I could just say it again)

God