"What's up, Why you so and sad all the time like a little bitch? the problem, man? Niggas to hear you rap Don't nobody care about how you feel, we raps, nigga"
passing But I'm too busy tryna get this fuckin' cracking to see her So I apologize in advance if anything happen And my fucked up, I know it, I'm afraid I'm going to blow it And when them expectations because daddy was a poet, right? Talk all you want I'm taking no Nigga, I'm 'bout to in this anguish And I'm stressing over payment, so tell me that I made it Only relatively famous in the midst of a Misfitted, I'm Clark Gable, I'm not stable, abrasive as And they all pay me, I'm chuckling, cross-faded in Heart racing 'til 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 what you gotta do nigga, I bars, sixteen of 'em"
I don't fuck with too much of y'all's Judging by the pants and the grip Gully, in the with the dark tints I'm a start-shit nigga, night life living in the Jeep, I'mma side-swipe niggas What's your like? That's aight nigga 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 like my life is golden Sitting on the sofa high and dormant If we could smoke 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 than the blocks we be at Stuntin' these niggas flop like 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 that nigga, that, nigga