Don't wanna be famous

I get it rollin' by doing shit every day
I get it goin' without the stick and the fame
I put my soul in, and commit to this way
Of livin' slow not putting the green over the grey
I get it rollin' by doing shit every day
I get it goin' without the stick and the fame
I put my soul in, and commit to this way
Of livin' slow not putting the green over the grey

I don't wanna be famous anyway
Too many egos, Flamingo-Amigos that seamlessly penetrate
My feelings, cuz they need to out of reasons I don't see
I believe they call it management or so
I've seen em' elevate out of nowhere
Like: okay folks here I am
Now I hope I'm the man because everyone likes the flow that I have
And the ghostwriting hand that no one sees
"I achieved so much; look at my post and my clicks"
I don't wanna sound bitter, but I wanna end up proud
And I frown when I doubt what I shout
Better listen to what I spit
And become addicted to my own rhythmic and come over
Let's live for the fun and run over the shit that fronts
Load up with sickening drums, ridiculous sounds
Stick to my shit and don't listen to them
When they would ask me if I wanna be known: ... "No, hold up"

I get it rollin' by doing shit every day
I get it goin' without the stick and the fame
I put my soul in, and commit to this way
Of livin' slow not putting the green over the grey
I get it rollin' by doing shit every day
I get it goin' without the stick and the fame
I put my soul in, and commit to this way
Of livin' slow not putting the green over the grey

Would you rather be liked by everyone
Or put your dick into a beehive, just getting stung
It is obvious, you say! It's your choice
But when fame is coming in, can we avoid

And sometimes it feels like a drive-by
Instead of you givin' me high fives
Why in the fuck are you mad at me
Fending me off and shout at me? Like... why
Don't you just be there at night time
Wrong street to meet with a nice guy
You know what I'm meaning? No moaning or fleeing
The only thing seeking you -- my rhymes
To the academy of enemies: "you better be ahead of me"
Amenities of empathy can mentally be menacing
For anyone attacking me so desperately and jealously
The pedigree of rap has never ever been insanity
In fact, the centerpiece of every art's called love
For anyone not sharing this, I want to fuck off
For clarity: I'll never be among those dogs
Who want the smoke and the nonstop talk
No fame means no harm
I stay full of love
Before you start to like what I say ... I'm gone

I get it rollin' by doing shit every day
I get it goin' without the stick and the fame
I put my soul in, and commit to this way
Of livin' slow not putting the green over the grey
I get it rollin' by doing shit every day
I get it goin' without the stick and the fame
I put my soul in, and commit to this way
Of livin' slow not putting the green over the grey

Would you rather be liked by everyone or put your dick into a beehive
Would you rather be liked