This is anti clean rap, ^!$$% where the green at?
RZA take your sweat I had the balls the size of bean bags

Not what you're used to, (*##$ I rep the bluza
And the label fools gold, jeans with medusas
(*##$es wanna scoop us, their #~!!@ like loofahs

Y'all ^!$$%s losers cop clothes from the boosters
Hoes wanna choose up of course they gonna choose us


These stupid $$# ^!$$%s wouldn't know what to do
So they copy wack ^!$$%s that's what they made you
The game's so trendy, that's why these labels fail

Cause they don't care about music, just first week sales
[Hook: Danny Brown]
So they say you need a hit, a chart toppin' single

That's why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle
A smash crowd banger, play it all night long
You never get on, without a radio song

So this my radio song (2x)
She wanna ride the wave, watch me do my swag surf
Party like a rockstar, never bought a makeup purse

Songs with no villains, but she feel my thang on her
Stripper with a leaky ceiling, I'mma make it rain on her
Taught me how to Dougie, I'd rather see you jerk

Skeet skeet, on the walls and her skirt
She'd rather hear a love song about what she getting
But not from Danny Brown, cause (*##$ I ain't tricking'

Do the pretty girl rock, and even though you ugly
Getting dirty money, but (*##$ I ain't above that
Ice cream paint job, send me with the