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A-doopy, doo-doo-doo

I roll up like the bottom of a toothpaste tube
Blue suede shoes, one missin' a shoelace to it
Two new chains, you can call me 2 Chainz
Ropes hang like Hussein's noose (woo!)
Yeah, they let the fruitcake loose (yeah)
And it goes, one for the trailer park, two for my baby ma
Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot

Five, if you came to rock, straight up while I'm shittin' on my comp'
I'm about to use the John (what?) Like Grey Poupon (dijon, woo!)
Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long (yeah)
Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on (yeah)
'Cause me and Elvis gelled together like cellmates (hey!)
Yeah, this the Jail house, b- and I don't give a- (what?)

And I don't give a damn about a thing you say
I just wanna feel like a king again
And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up (yeah), we 'bout to do this, uh-huh

Modus operandi, bottle of blonde dye (yeah)
Top five since I discovered peroxide (what?)
Yeah, since I got signed (woo!), I went from pot pies
To Jack and the bean (huh?), I'm watchin' my stock rise (woo!)
These little attention seekers, I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics (what?)
Got 'em all on pins and needles (yeah), just like Ozempic, meaning
Give these little pr-s the finger, and when I stick this thing up (yeah)
It's higher than Wiz Khalifa (woo!), Soon as he lit the weed up (huh?)

As I go pickin' speed up (where?), Like I was finna re-up (yeah)
Rap is my new Vic-, Sub- is how I treat it (get it?)
Still goin' toe-to-toe, I'm still boxing with all my demons (yeah)
But a couple X- bars, and I'm Danny Gar-, see ya!
Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel Knievel
Back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of Pringles
Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose (why?), I got so many hit singles (yeah)
B- I barely have any wrinkles (huh), you sleepin' on me like I'm ZQuil

So I don't give a damn about a thing you say
I just wanna feel like a king again
And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this, uh-huh

And it goes, one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma
Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot
Five, if you came to rock, and you never gave a f-
Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this, uh-huh
I stole black music, yeah true
Perhaps used it (for what?) As a tool to combat school
Kids came back on some bathroom sh-
Now, I call a hater a bidet (why?)
'Cause they mad that they can't do sh-

And I know I'm such a d-, huh?
And it must be f-n' with ya (yeah)
To know I up and quit the (what?)
Prescription drugs and liquor (yeah)
And yet, my buzz is bigger (wow)
Still wrappin' circles around you (yeah)
Like a boa constrictor (break it down)
Now I'm about to explain to you all the parallels
Between Elvis and me, myself

It seem obvious, one, he's pale as me
Second, we both been hailed as kings
He used to rock the Jail house, and I used to rock The Shelter
We sell like Velveeta Shells & Cheese (woo, let's go!)
But y'all miss the meaner me, back when I had felonies
That went over your head because you just fell on knees
You just literally knelt to me, I used to have no self-esteem (yeah)
I used to cry myself to sleep (what?)
Honestly, I need doubters because you motherf-kers (yeah)

Motivate me to make you look stupid
Believers, a little faith is all I seek from you
All I need to do is hear you say the same sh-
My father said to me when I was just a week or two
"Marshall, I be leavin' you" (ha, stupid)
No more Guinness Stout, but my belief in myself
Once again is stout (yeah), so many world records, I'm Guinness'ed out (huh?)
Sh- you say, goes in and out (oh)
My ear canals, so either my hearing's out

Or I don't give a damn about a thing you say
I just wanna feel like a king again
And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this, uh-huh