Hey, operator
What's on my radar?
Predict my weather, but
Can't stop the maker from
Rain my parade, I
Spent all day making
Curse the creator, but
Can't stop the haters from—
She said: Do you see the state of the world?
I do, I wish I was a billionaire
I would help the little boys and the girls (uh)
But then she became a millionaire
And the world still hurts, so she hurts till you grow up
And forget all of the things that don't concern you
The gas going up, it costs almost as much as your perfume
The task force dropped and somebody shot, it was on the news
But you know the news (hey, but you know the news)
We don't even know if it's true (we don't even know if it's true)
Somebody on the left said the right, they was in the wrong
Then somebody left from the right 'cause they did 'em harm
Now it's on the news once again and I'm tunin' in
And I flip the channel and I watch another panel
Then the radio was screaming, so I'm turning off the TV
Just to see what it was sayin' and I called up the station and asked
Hey, operator
What's on my radar?
Predict my weather, but
Can't stop the maker from
Rain my parade, I
Spent all day making
Curse the creator, but
Can't stop the haters from—
Loadin' my 45, lay in my bed
Praying that the devil don't lay in my bed
Praying that the devil don't play with my head
Praying I don't catch my break when I'm mad (yeah)
Certified 9 nigga
Drownin' in nihilism my denial is a wide river
My boy got fully automatics, I'ma slide with 'em
But if he say some' problematic, would I side with 'em?
You think me holdin' you accountable is side-switchin'?
If my opinion on it sound different
You look at me like I'm the prime villain
You can't acknowledge that the times different?
That shit you yappin' 'bout be scarin' all the fine bitches, goddamn
I don't think I'm a better person 'cause I side with them
I just be thinkin' 'bout how I would feel if I was them
I think the proof on why they got us all divided is
Money at the root is usually what the truth is hidin' in
Kids gettin' zooted usually what the youth confidin' in
Overcomin' pain way different from survivin' it
Givin' love away way different from providin' it
Stay out the way's way different from me hidin', bitch
Anyway, I don't need an image to intimidate
I done seen the pussy in the people that you imitate
I'ma keep it pushin' till they activate my inner hate
Why you fake surprised when you find out that a nigga fake?
Why you put him on his character and question anyway?
Why a hundred-forty carat? This my budget anyway
Why I gotta play a character to try to get a play?
Why I gotta put some carats up to show I'm gettin' cake?
Swear the world burnin', I know God gon' flood it any day
When that day come, I hope my diamonds flooded anyway
People I can trust come a dime a dozen anyway
I don't keep in touch, then it's probably 'cause I feel a way
When you lookin' at me, is you really seein' me?
How the hell you judgin' who I am without you bein' me?
I got a solution that'll unify you easily
Fuck the whole world, I hate all you niggas equally, Pup
Hey, operator
What's on my radar?
Predict my weather, but
Can't stop the maker from
Rain my parade, I
Spent all day making
Curse the creator, but
Can't stop the haters from—
Shoot at the schoolboy
There goes the weekend
He's off the deep end, but
No one believes him
Hey, operator
What's on my radar?
Predict my weather, but
Can't stop the maker
