Beg Your Pardon

Well you wanted the album, so here you go... shit
Pardon my E.G.O., I gotta hop off my own dick
To those who wanna see me fail, go to hell, bitch
I'm not making this music just for the sales pitch
I let my chains loose, just to see the carnage
People don't care what I have to say, even though I'm spitting knowledge
I'll write a verse that sounds like Kanye, in College
PSYCH! It's 2020 dude, get with the times quick
I'm speeding on my board
I made a drum track just to hide these pretty chords
I wrote songs when I was 5, cause I was fucking bored
Little kid turned bigger, only difference now he scores, chords
Hit that One Seven halfway to 34
You clown me for my personality, but I can't see yours
I BEG YOUR PARDON? this ain't Dior, this CLAYDOH, homie
I designed it, like I'm a very hungry hippo
You're talking shit, hop off my dick, just like my E.G.O.
I know you all be jelly, cause you fucking with CLAYDOH, They know
There's only one of me, don't kill my rainbow
All of y'all sleep, Wake you up, I ain't no Cee Lo
This how I start my album off, The first track I rap, I spit facts, and outlast, you ass
Holes
I'm pioneering my class, I tell them do what they want
But they don't, cause their parents are wack
OH
And we back, give me a chance, ACIDRAP shit
Sit in my room for 10 days writing these raps, bitch
And then I COLOR my BOOKS, NO PROBLEM, ALL NIGHT, shit
And then this BIG DAY came, shoutout to Chance shit
I found myself bombing hills, and seeking thrills
Gotta get me a car, cause all the drive I be filled, up
To the rim, top of the jar, can't put no lid on
I live for the future, that why I gotta take my Mask Off
You're probably wondering how I went from APPROVAL to this
I gotta thank my eggplant for shooting that shit
I gotta thank my costume designer for choosing that sick fit
I rocked it, now everyone wants it
I walk up in the room not really caring
I looked all around and everybody be staring
cause CLAYDOH is different and it is apparent
That I do not FUCK with you, Cry to your parents
I see you popping pills, when I can barely pop shuv-its
I shove it, I duck it, I know some of y'all love it
It's nothing, to me
I don't need a magic pill to live in my ecstacy
see
You asked me "Where's it at?," so I tell you "I Beg Your Pardon"
Calm your hyper ass down, man this shit is starting
So sit down, relax, and enjoy my flows
Cause the rider on this board today, is
CLAYDOH
AGHHHH