(from "ELVIS" soundtrack)
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, 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 da John like Grey Poupon (Dijon)
Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long (Bag)
Longer than it takes a blonde to put her make-up on (Yeah)
'Cause me and Elvis gel together like cell mates (Hey)
Yeah, this the jail house, bitch, and I don't give a
And I don't give a shit about a thing you say
I just wanna feel like a king today
And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, uh-huh (Yuh)
Modus operandi, bottle of blonde dye (Yuh)
Top five since I discovered peroxide (Where)
Yeah, since I got signed, I went from pot pies
To Jack and the bean, I'm watchin' my stock rise (Huh)
These little attention seekers, I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics
Got 'em all on pins and needles (Yeah)
Just like Ozempic meanin' (Right)
Give these little pricks the finger (Good)
And when I stick this thing up (Where?)
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 Vicodin, Suboxone is how I treat it (Get it)
Still goin' toe to toe, I'm still boxin' with all my demons (Yeah)
But a couple of Xanny 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)
Bitch, I barely have any wrinkles (Huh)
You sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil, so (Woo)
And I don't give a shit about a thing you say
I just wanna feel like a king today
And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, 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 fuck
Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, 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 shit, now
I call a hater a bidet (Why?) 'Cause they mad, but they can't do shit
And I know I'm such a dick, huh (Yeah)
And it must be fuckin' with ya (Yeah)
To know I up and quit the (What?)
Prescription drugs and liquor (Yeah)
And yet my buzz is bigger (Wow)
Still rappin' 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, that seems obvious, one, he's pale as me
Second, we both been hailed as king, he used to rock the jailhouse
And I used to rock The Shelter, we sell like Velveeta shells and cheese (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 literally knelt to me, I used to have no self esteem (Yeah, yeah)
I used to cry myself to sleep (What?)
Honestly, I need doubters because you motherfuckers motivate me (Yeah)
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 shit 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
It once again is stout, so many world records, I'm Guinness'd out (Yeah, huh?)
Shit you say goes in and out (Oh)
My ear canal, so either my hearing's out or I don't give a shit about
And I don't give a shit about a thing you say
I just wanna feel like a king today
And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, uh-huh
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