"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 about how you feel, we want raps, nigga"
passing But I'm too busy tryna get this fuckin' cracking to see her So I apologize in advance if should happen And my priorities up, I know it, I'm afraid I'm going to blow it And when them expectations raising because daddy was a poet, 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 relatively famous 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 Heart racing blunt is lit like, "He don't give a fuck again, right?"
"Hey Thebe, nigga, what's up I heard you back, I need raps, nigga I need the verse, I don't care about you going through Or you gotta do nigga, I need bars, sixteen of 'em"
I don't with too much of y'all's shit by the pants and the mall grip Gully, in the with the dark tints I'm a start-shit type nigga, night living in the Jeep, I'mma side-swipe niggas What's your life like? That's aight Hammer in the left when the price isn't Right got the whip and I ain't got the for it And Jill got me living my life is golden Sitting on the sofa high and dormant If we could smoke another the mic records it The nicest doin' it, what the you staring at? Acting like never seen a tooth that's carat-capped Bars hotter than the blocks we be at Stuntin' these niggas flop like Divac See nigga? And for the time being I'mma be nigga, believe that nigga You see nigga? And for the time being I'mma be that nigga, that, nigga