In the crawlspace
In the crawlspace
In the crawlspace
In the crawlspace

Yo we chillin’ in the crawlspace
Illin’ always, all days.
Make a home out of somebody’s enclave
Fight a spider, a centipede, cobwebs
See them flies, they about to be chopped dead
Here I eat, here I sleep, here I write, here I weep
Here I speak, but I don’t dare make a peep
Marshmallows a bit too many
‘Round here all’s just as good as any
I’m a squatter but I can’t lift 120
Try to get me into shape, but you can’t reinvent me
I’m like a wheel, ‘cuz I’m round, large, and in charge
Four-wheel drive’s useless on a trash barge
I’m just a private but I’m eating like a sergeant
My deodorant smells like detergent.
Maybe I’m not cool like you think I am
Maybe I won’t eat Green Eggs and Ham
Maybe I do not like them, Sam I Am
Maybe I’ll regard your praise as spam
See, it’s cozy chillin’ underneath the floorboard
Could do maybe with an extra corridor
But perks I ain’t got no landlord or
Rent or food or water, man, could I live any poorer?
Maybe if I had a cardboard box
Covered with sharpie locks
Living out on the docks
With the smell of detritus and debris in the air
And a whiff of some homeless person’s underwear
Who wants to take care of a straggler like KC
I’m not Based God, I’m not even Based Me
That’s my fate if I don’t stop being lazy
But I feel like I still got to fulfill my lease
To this crawlspace
To this crawlspace
To this crawlspace
To this crawlspace

Up on top, they be livin’ in a penthouse
Renthouse
Suit & tie, striped and buttoned ladies and gent house
Ten elevators from the ceiling to the ground floor
Just got a grant just so they can fund ten more
How many heads you think they stepped on to get there?
How many combs you think they’d need to fix that hair?
How many rap as well as this beast right here
Who’s got two thumbs and knows his name when it’s being cheered?
I get it, I’m the savior of the industry.
Li’l Wayne and 2 Chainz we’ll nickname the injury
It only started but we’re ending the century
100 years is 14 to the nth degree
Help me cuz I’m starting to break
I can’t fake this any further because what does it take
To impress? I sold six tix, five were for my family
Where then, were the other ten attendees?
I’m like Macklemore but more, at least they tell me
My old friends, but none ain’t tried to sell me
Put my face on a disc, say this cracker can spit
Then get me on the front of either Mojo or Spin
Then like Shel on the cover of the Rolling Stone
It takes some effort, and I can’t do it alone
So all I’m asking is you throw this kid a bone
Help me out, help me find a better home

Than this crawlspace.
Than this crawlspace.
Than this crawlspace.
Than this crawlspace.