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