"What's up, Why you so and sad all the time like a little bitch? the problem, man? Niggas want to you rap Don't nobody about how you feel, we want raps, nigga"
passing But I'm too tryna get this fuckin' album cracking to see her So I apologize in if anything should happen And my fucked up, I know it, I'm afraid I'm going to blow it And when expectations raising because daddy was a poet, right? Talk all you want I'm no advice Nigga, I'm 'bout to relish in this And I'm stressing payment, so don't tell me that I made it Only relatively famous in the midst of a Misfitted, I'm Clark Gable, I'm not stable, as fuck And all pay me, I'm chuckling, cross-faded in public Heart racing 'til blunt is lit like, "He don't give a again, right?"
"Hey Thebe, nigga, what's up I heard you back, I need them raps, I need the verse, I don't about what you going through Or what you gotta do nigga, I bars, sixteen of 'em"
I fuck with too much of y'all's shit Judging by the pants and the mall Gully, in the with the dark tints I'm a start-shit type nigga, night living Riding in the Jeep, side-swipe niggas What's your life like? That's nigga Hammer in the ready when the price isn't Right got the and I ain't got the license for it And Jill got me living my life is golden Sitting on the feeling high and dormant If we could smoke another while the mic it The nicest doin' it, what the fuck you at? Acting like you've never a tooth that's carat-capped hotter than the blocks where we be at Stuntin' these niggas gon' flop like See nigga? And for the time being I'mma be nigga, believe that nigga You see that And for the time being I'mma be that nigga, believe that,