T.Y.R.I.Q.U.E.

Could you be there for me

Would you be there for me

Look, people want handouts

I tell them, knock it off

I was at the bottom treating me like rental cops

They seeing me clearly

They love me at the top

If they watching my pockets, I know they time is off

They push me like pimples, but angry when I pop

Being broke's a mentality

It ain't what you got

Let them haters keep talking

They only want your spot

They peepin through windows, but angry when I shop

T-Y-R-I-Q-U-E

Huh

If you ain't got nobody to hate on, feel free to hate on me

Yeah

I got that natural high

No cannabis, so hold the perk

It's tough to be different

You always put you first

It's cool when you do it, but now your feelings hurt

They bury themselves

I cover up with dirt

They want the whole pie, but they pieces and bits

This a big boy race

I don't rock with a kid

What's a genius to the dumb

You're Morty

I'm Rick

They getting mad

Reel them in like I'm baiting a fish

I vault over haters

I'm uppin the stick

They blind to my good, but bad is what they picked

You can't keep on talking because my comeback's too quick

I stay in they mouths like a wooden toothpick

I stand on my word, and I refuse to run

Work hard for the spot

I don't compare with bums

They be talking dogs

They be smacking they gums

I gave them all the middle

Then I stretch out the thumb

Well, the season been fun

Now to finish them off

I got them looking up to me, so you know I'm the boss

I got the T on my chain

I ain't talking about golf

They say that time is precious, so I'm running the clock

T-Y-R-I-Q-U-E

If y'all don't know, that's me