"What's up, Why you so depressed and sad all the time like a little the problem, man? Niggas to hear you rap Don't nobody about how you feel, we want 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 fucked up, I it, I'm afraid I'm going to blow it And when them expectations raising daddy was a poet, right? Talk all you I'm taking no advice Nigga, I'm 'bout to relish in this And I'm stressing over payment, so don't tell me that I it Only relatively famous in the midst of a Misfitted, I'm Gable, I'm not stable, abrasive as fuck 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 them raps, nigga I need the verse, I care about 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 pants and the grip Gully, in the vans with the tints I'm a type nigga, night life living in the Jeep, I'mma side-swipe niggas What's your life like? That's aight Hammer in the left ready the price isn't Right got the whip and I got the license for it And Jill got me living like my life is Sitting on the feeling high and dormant If we smoke another while the mic records it The nicest doin' it, the fuck you staring at? Acting you've never seen a tooth that's carat-capped Bars hotter than the blocks we be at Stuntin' these niggas gon' flop Divac See nigga? And for the time being I'mma be that nigga, that nigga You see that nigga? And for the time I'mma be that nigga, believe that,