"What's up, Why you so depressed and sad all the like a little bitch? What's the problem, Niggas want to you rap nobody care about how you feel, we want raps, nigga"
Grandma's But I'm too busy get this fuckin' album cracking to see her So I in advance if anything should happen And my priorities up, I know it, I'm afraid I'm going to blow it And them expectations raising because daddy was a poet, right? Talk all you I'm taking no advice Nigga, I'm 'bout to in this anguish And I'm over payment, so don't tell me that I made it Only famous in the midst of a tornado Misfitted, I'm Gable, I'm not stable, abrasive as fuck And all pay me, I'm chuckling, cross-faded in public Heart racing 'til 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 about what you through Or what you gotta do nigga, I need bars, of 'em"
I don't fuck 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 life Riding in the Jeep, I'mma niggas What's your life like? That's nigga Hammer in the left ready the price isn't Right got the whip and I got the license for it And got me living like my life is golden Sitting on the 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 never 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 be that nigga, believe that nigga You see that And for the time being be that nigga, believe that, nigga