Текст песни: Tried to Be Nice + перевод

It’s Mr. High, yeah it’s me again, so sad, I need a friend

Thought y’all could sedate, your mistake was putting the needle in

Y’all broke skin, now all the demons, they keep on creeping in

Your mouth is full of shit, I might hit the lip when I piss in it

I took a pic and post it on my Twitter like, «What's happening?»

I hope that I can get a couple likes and find a badder bitch

With nice tits, a nice ass, some nice lips, a nice rack

She said, «You're cumming too quick,» I said, «Bitch, you define fast»

I look up at the clock, how much time passed? One minute

Oh yeah, you know a minute, was straight drilling that fine ass

She said, «I think you’re lying. I’m tired and where’s the wine at?

And where is all the weed? I’m in need of something to climax»

I said, «Okay, uh, well, let me see what I got»

I start to search around my house, I found my ex-girl's top

I went from soft to jacking off, now I’m in need of a mop

And I hear her yelling from my room, «Mark, I said I want pot»

Destined to flop, 'cause look at all the bullshit on top

My only chance at success is if Kanye tells me to stop

While I’m at the Grammy’s and they hand me the award for best pop

And I think I’m joining One Direction now that Malik is lost

Need a moment to pause, I want to say, «Hi, Miss Swift

If you ever gave me the chance, then I could show you my dick

I could send you a pic, I don’t care if Harry doesn’t like Witt»

Like B and J, Witt and Tay, we could take over this shit

Huh? We could take over this shit

Me and you, we could take over this shit

But for real though

Yo, so why’d you send your daughter to college here in the first place?

You pay 20k and your daughter became a sperm bank

Was fucking five guys on the first day

She learned how to suck a dick

And still hasn’t experienced her first A, damn, she’s looking up from her knees

She knows about whiskey neat, double D’s and the trees

She’s getting high because the last guy, he left her with ease

Asking him, «Please don’t leave, you said you loved me»

On Tinder swiping right like which bitch gon' fuck me?

You know that I’m the man, five grams of protein and some money

And girls are saying they love me and guys are wishing they was me

I’m offering nothing more than a washborn on my tummy

It’s funny, I might go name my next album «Tha Carter VII»

And sell a bunch of copies outside a 7-Eleven

And make it sound like shit so that no one can comprehend it

Baby, must’ve fucked your ears and then career, 'cause you ain’t selling

I’m not dissing who you think I’m dissing, it’s someone different

I tried to be nice and then no one listened, so I’m pissed

And if I hear another bitch try to tell me how she is different

Like, «I never get around,» but her pussy, I fit my fist in

Insisting that I’m so jealous, I’m jealous of who?

Your screws are loose for you to think I’m jealous of you

You’re lame and never made anything but balls turn blue

Telling the truth and when offended, then I’m talking 'bout you

And I’m talking 'bout you, stupid ass bitch

Fuck you, you, you and you

Oh, I must be over privileged 'cause I comb my hair

While I’m looking through Walmart, Target and Kohl’s for some clothes to wear

You stupid fuck, I got a hairy pair

Just for you to suck and if I bust, I might just bust in your hair

Because I aim high, we are not the same guy

You are just a lame with no brain and a day job

My dad, he got laid off, too drunk off the Jäger

And still drove me all around the town, wow, thanks Pa

You could have fuckin' killed me, I could have been dead

Your only purpose on this earth was your sperm and now look what you did

You created the greatest rapper to live

And when I’m standing at the Grammy’s, hi Granny, bitch, you ain’t worth shit

Look at me win, I had a friend and he’s irrelevant now

Come to find out, found his tongue in my ex-girl's mouth

Karma is a bitch, the last I heard is you was surfing the couch

The day you go out is the day that I feel bad for the ground

You’re stealing my sound, you’re wack and I don’t want to collab

Look at your past, I’m counting every rapper line that you jacked

You sound like me if I could suck on my sack

Like, «Witt, drop shit so I can copy it and say I can rap»

I’ve come to attack you bottom-feeder fucks, I’ma blast

Stealing your art and then your lyrics, you’re not real, you’re an act

Not tweeting you back, you’re honestly the parrot of rap

You’re making me laugh, I’m everything the rap-game lacks

In fact, go ahead, compare me to the greatest again

They said that Em sounds like Nas and Hop sounds like Em

And I sound like Hop, so where do we end?

Stop comparing me, compare what you can’t comprehend

Can’t wrap your head around the fact that I’m just nice with a pen

I’m standing up and talking shit, I’m never one to pretend

Never one that would blend, I’m not Eminem and I’m not Lennon

I’ma lead a generation and pick it up where they left it, it’s Witt