"What's up, Why you so depressed and sad all the time like a bitch? What's the problem, Niggas want to you rap Don't nobody care about how you feel, we raps, nigga"
Grandma's But I'm too tryna get this fuckin' album cracking to see her So I apologize in advance if anything should And my priorities up, I know it, I'm afraid I'm going to blow it And when expectations raising because daddy was a poet, right? all you want I'm taking no advice Nigga, I'm 'bout to relish in anguish And I'm over payment, so don't tell me that I made it Only relatively in the midst of a tornado Misfitted, I'm Clark Gable, I'm not stable, abrasive as And all pay me, I'm chuckling, cross-faded in public racing 'til blunt is lit like, "He don't give a fuck again, right?"
"Hey Thebe, nigga, what's up I heard you back, I need them raps, I need the verse, I don't care about what you through Or what you gotta do nigga, I bars, sixteen of 'em"
I don't with too much of y'all's shit Judging by the pants and the mall Gully, in the vans with the tints I'm a start-shit nigga, night life living in the Jeep, I'mma side-swipe niggas What's your life like? aight nigga Hammer in the ready when the price isn't Right got the whip and I got the license for it And Jill got me like my life is golden Sitting on the sofa feeling high and If we smoke another while the mic records it The nicest it, what the fuck you staring at? Acting like you've seen a tooth that's carat-capped Bars hotter the blocks where we be at Stuntin' these gon' flop like Divac See that And for the time being I'mma be that nigga, believe nigga You see nigga? And for the time being I'mma be that nigga, that, nigga