"What's up, Why you so and sad all the time like a little bitch? What's the problem, Niggas want to you rap Don't nobody care how you feel, we want raps, nigga"
Grandma's But I'm too busy tryna get this fuckin' album to see her So I in advance if anything should happen And my priorities fucked up, I know it, I'm I'm going to blow it And when them raising because daddy was a poet, right? Talk all you I'm taking no advice Nigga, I'm 'bout to relish in anguish And I'm stressing over payment, so don't tell me I made it Only relatively 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 heard you back, I need raps, nigga I need the verse, I don't care about what you going Or you gotta do nigga, I need bars, sixteen of 'em"
I don't fuck with too 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 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 ain't got the for it And Jill got me like my life is golden Sitting on the sofa feeling and dormant If we could smoke another the mic records it The nicest it, what the fuck you staring at? Acting like you've never seen a that's carat-capped Bars than the blocks where we be at Stuntin' these niggas gon' like Divac See that And for the time being I'mma be that nigga, believe nigga You see nigga? And for the time being I'mma be that nigga, believe that,