Red One Hundred Emoji - Quadeca

The way I’m blowing up is very lowkey

I’m the real shit, but y’all karaoke

I don’t give a fuck about a 30-karat Rollie

'Cause when I spit this shit, y’all looking like the scared emoji

I can’t look up to these rappers if they’re below me

Got an army so big, it’s compared to Kony’s

Play this shit in the woods, see a bear named Smokey

Telling you to be a little more careful, homie

I’m very lonely, spotlight glaring on me

And I’ma make it to the top like my parents told me

If you really think you’re there, then show me

I’ma kill so many rappers they gon' have to hold a ceremony

For some reason, every white rapper is Eminem

This message coming from the Cloud, but it ain’t heaven sent

I ain’t Future or Futuristic, I’m present-tense

Then again, I’ve been sweating gems since like 2010

When Ben was 10, they said, «He'd never be ahead of them»

Like how they said that Trump could never be the president

Shit, I don’t understand that, bro

Put my finger in the game, like I’m Amber Rose

Damn, that’s low, shit too heavy to handle, bro

I’m so ill, that Travis can’t find the antidote

I guess what I learned is that our future can’t be known

Look at the guy that this nation told to command the globe

You said Obama’s from Kenya and he’s replacing him

And the racism in our nation’s not save to live in

It’s like my fourth grade math class, in the same division

But, man, the nation wants some change, and this the way they’ll get it

Poor mother with a child trying to make a living

Scrutinized because you chose a different faith than Christian

But all of these rides, man, they ain’t goin' to make a difference

Because the people with the power’d rather play than listen

Fuck politics, I’ll admit, I got a lot of shit

On my conscious, and I’ve been haunted with on my confidence

My following got a lot of opposites, it’s ominous

That people gonna suffer the consequence 'fore I’m copping it

It’s obvious, Wall Street lobbyists run out the lobby quick

Half the nation feel like they Bobby, bitch

White supremacy in America’s anonymous

We need some thicker skin, but where the fuck’s the dermatologist?

Yeah

I’m too preachy, it’s too easy

To trash all of the shit that they be saying on the news, TV

But how the fuck that did that even happen, like Houdini

Confederate flags with more than a few retweets

I don’t want to be the ultra-typical liberal

That’s repeating BuzzFeed bullshit like a ritual

I don’t wanna pander fake shit to seem political

I just wanna be critical as an individual

Fuck it!

I sound like Filthy Frank

A bad internet rapper, but I’m still the same

I fill the banks, stuff bags, like a pillow case

I build my rank, doing it until I’m great

And I know the way, I do it, I got hell to pay

I’m titanic, ice caps better melt away

No cool in the game, I can’t celebrate

Until I’m really at the top, I gotta elevate, yeah