Bring Me Good News

Chorus: That’s a fact The pot calling the kettle Black That’s a fact Imma keep this shit a stack That’s a fact The pot calling the kettle Black That’s a fact Imma keep this shit a stack Verse 1: Seek my opinion, I’ll answer the question honestly Diesel here to point out some common hypocrisies I’m that man you heard about from the prophecy Making fun of your self-serving philosophies He’s a man but he’s far from being super Delusions given to him by that man Dunning-Kruger Paranoid, strapped up with granddaddy's Luger Good news for us, he got the aim of a stormtrooper Dick riding your hero, corny as fuck Detract from other artists, call еm' mid, say they suck Bad opinions and he’s proud to be schmuck Gotta put еm' down just to bring his boy up God-complex having ass When it comes to competition, he's the best in class Go outside and touch the grass You could do yourself a favor if you listen to that Chorus 1: That’s a fact The pot calling the kettle Black That’s a fact Imma keep this shit a stack Taken aback The pot calling the kettle Black Just relax Before you got to backtrack Verse 2: Instincts put you onto defense, the ole reliable Before you point fingers, learn to take accountability Too afraid to admit you could be liable Hard Accepting Fault but we all possess the ability Master manipulator like a child mocking Told me I ain't shit, but I think its the liquor talking So self-righteous, but to me it’s not shocking Quick to play the victim when the feds get to knocking Half-ass apology, faker than veneers People love to talk but don’t like using their ears Saying shit to me, that only you needed to hear Take yo ass to the bathroom, and say it to the mirror Condemning drunk drivers that they saw in the news But still get behind the wheel after having a few Use survivorship bias to distract from what's true So delusional to think it can’t happen to you Chorus 2: That’s a fact The pot calling the kettle Black That’s a fact Imma keep this shit a stack Riddle me that The pot calling the kettle black Getting mad I’ve mastered the art of syntax