Paulo Santo - Dont spit in my face for fun Lyrics

Hey boy, what's your name
Put some respect on a nigga when he talking game
I ain't asking for respect, but nigga I deserve it
You been eating on my plate like nigga, what's the serving
Count, the macros and the calories
Give me yams, give me cornbread
That's how I like to eat
Instead of niggas talking when they ain't fed
Let's talk about the countless attempts that I made
To maybe up my fame and give myself a chance to reign
Over the constant similarities of what is pain
And you don't even know my name
Im So tired of working this shift to make pocket change
Instead of change, I've been waiting for my day to reign
Instead of reign, maybe I can taste a chance of names
That have been given to me by the public
Maybe Big Boss or King and if it's poppin
I'ma claim the name like I'm a king
Instead of singing, I'ma talk it thoroughly, MLK
With words that grab attention, I'm a lyrical genius king
Why the f*ck they feel so comfortable dissing my name
I've been so nice to niggas that been in my way
I'm playing hopscotch, these niggas do not know the way