Текст песни
They used to tell me I was regular
Got me sitting on the edge of my seat
They used to tell me a lot of things
They tried to tell me how I should think
One day, one day, or another, you're fine
One way, one way, or another, that's right
You got me wrong (wrong)
You got me wrong but what is this
You got me wrong (wrong)
You got me wrong but what is this
I'm off the heavy metal hit
No amateur shit
Rip your neck off and rip another hit off my spliff
One sip off the end, just to get bent
Is this really how your whole life was spent?
On a scale of one to ten, do you feel irrelevant?
Maybe you should say what the fuck you really meant
The devil sent me here in fear when I was young
Bitch, that's why I said I had enough
They used to tell me I was regular
Got me sitting on the edge of my seat
They used to tell me a lot of things
They tried to tell me how I should think
One day, one day, or another, you're fine
One way, one way, or another, that's right
You got me wrong (wrong)
You got me wrong but what is this
You got me wrong (wrong)
You got me wrong but what is this
Shit
I is Michael, I am idol, I does Eiffel (yeah)
Above all of these simple suckers that is idle (yeah)
My homeroom teacher said Michael you won't be shit
Who me?
He dead now, hey look at Michael I'm dead rich (R.I.P.)
Fuck all the doubters, they doubted 'cause I was just 'bout it
I had to be 'bout it and 'bout it
The bottom was too fuckin crowded
And just like a crab in a barrel, I fought to get out if it
But they wouldn't allow it
And still I got out and goddamn it I must be the greatest
I'm not the run of a mill
I run up a mill' for every one of my babies
Don't wanna be GOAT (don't wanna be GOAT)
I wanna be wolf on his throat
May never be rich may never be rich