Thick-Skinned Genius

Yeah

Talk your mess then own it

[low vocal register] Watch this

I’m dumb, I’m thick

Still I’m out here makin’ it stick

Laugh at myself, that’s my trick

Turn every insult into a gift

Big shirt, big plate, big dreams

Big brain hiding in the seams

They said “you’ll never be a thing”

Now they study how I breathe

We so stupid, we so fat (so what)

Still we run the world like that (like that)

You can point, you can laugh, that’s facts (okay)

I’ll just flip it to a flex, bounce back

We so stupid, we so fat (say it)

Turn that hate into a slap-back track (track)

Every word that you throw, I stack

Built a throne out of jokes like that

Test scores low, self-worth high

I miss shots but I still try

Trip on my laces, fall, then rise

Clumsy king with the crooked crown fly

Snack stash in the backpack, double zip

Extra rolls when I roll my hips

You see “lazy”

I see “built-in cushion when life hits”