[Verse 1]
It's kinda hard not to be a dick
But y'all these !@#( round here they looking for the %#@!

And by God they found 'em burried under the ground
Thinking 'bout what he has done thinking if he keep doing it one day the money will come
One of his sons can get it done if he wanna become

That son of a gun that leave 'em home when he wanna get drunk
Then he come back and slum back on that hole that he bring
And you can use %#@! but drop your head a $#&@ in the scums

This underdog %#@! has to stop
'Cause if they had an ounce of respect a half a cup
You $#&@ing admit that every song that I smashed you then dropped

And you're carrer would've been done (*##$ like it or not
I came to take my crown back it's about time
So you about facing I'll be about mine

Every ^!$$% that shined on me has been outshined
I'm ripping new $$#holes and snatching out spines


[Verse 2]
It's kinda hard not to be a (*##$ when everybody tryin' to $#&@ you
Then use you when they need you then do their best to duck you

But since nobody called or answer emails
Tell 'em to kiss my $$# and spare me the $#&@ing details
'Cause ain't no such thing as the best next thing

Unless you talking about how this is better than 3 rings
And ^!$$%s catching on like damn he ain't wrong
These ^!$$%s is getting Grammy's from their gitty pain songs

And you can blame it on that and if you got something to say then you can lay it on wax
'Cause I ain't disrespecting I'm just pissed off a lil bit
I put in all the work and you gettin' all the attention

And when they do their speeches T-Pain they never mention
That's how ^!$$%s automatically get on my %#@! list
So in conclusion I'm actually a nice dude

And to my real fans excuse my %#@!ty attitude

[Verse 3]

It's kinda hard to please everybody
And keep yourself happy and your kids asking
We ain't got no money left daddy?

And you say yeah, but it fell into the wrong hands
That's some hard %#@! to say when you a grown man
But I'ma get it mother$#&@ excuses

Plus these ^!$$%s thought they finally got T-Pain to chuck the deuces
Here they walk into my studio and play their $#&@ing music
I play what I been doin' they tell me it's $#&@ing stupid

Then they leave and tell their security I'm $#&@ing losing
And all them young fire beats was too $#&@ing confusing
They can't keep up with me I'm classified as a nuisance

And next time that I see them they say they got new and newer %#@!
But they sound just like the %#@! I showed them the first time
With way less music and way worse rhyme

So this my farewall I'm sorry for the fallout
I'm cutting my phone off I bet you ^!$$%s call now