[Verse 1: A$AP Nast]
Uh, they tell me ignorance is bliss
But who the f** this ignant' n***a is?
That's Nasty baby b**h, I'm on that ignant' n***a sh**
And if a n***a b**h with it I'll be in the crib hittin'
Couch-side eatin' popcorn with my socks on
40-cal, drink in my hand, bumpin' a 'Pac song
Say that sh** that's bogus and you n***as know it
Hey n***a quit your Hocus Pocus you belong in circus
How you clown rappers 'posed to shine when the lights is broken?
I find your circuit breaker open, I decide to blow it
Uh, you rappers ain't spitters anyway
I'll splatter your favorite rapper and k** him any day
I say that sh** with plenty save
I'm a dog my n***a and I've seen plenty days
I have my days my n***a
But I'm still stuck up in my ways my n***a, I never change
[Hook 1: A$AP Nast]
Nasty baby crack in the sack '90s n***a
I never change, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby
Ignant' n***a, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby
This ignant' n***a, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby
I never change, you rappers ain't spitters anyways
Ignant' n***a, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby
I have my days my n***a
But I'm still stuck up in my ways my n***a, I never change
[Verse 2: A$ton Matthews]
They tell me ignorance is bliss, but who the f** is ignant'?
That's looney gangster Mac-11, what's the quickest path to heaven?
Xanax or this .357 that's my only question
I'm on the edge of a refill
Thinkin: if these d** don't get me then the streets will
No big deal
I ain't new to the bodies droppin' for cheap thrills
Riddin' since the Big Wheels, with the hot fries
Them Hush Puppies, no [?], we cross t's and dot i's
You cross lines, your knots bigger than Popeyes
Make you slap the taste out your momma mouth
Think twice 'fore you look once
I pop-pop pa pop-pop, them brains turn to fruit punch
I'm in that bag again, Mini Van Damme man
Con man's jumpin' out the body-bag they had me in
How you k** a k**er? I'm a lil k**er
Meets Curtis Jackson, a lil dealer, n***a ain't nothin' iller
I spit in your shades, red rag wrapped on my face
Tec on the waist, a couple pints stashed in the safe
Since free lunch had them brown bags stacked for the case
I said I would change, I guess I'm just stuck in my ways
[Hook 2: A$ton Matthews]
Mini Van Damme, that's looney gangster Mac-11
Mini Van, looney gangster Mac-11
I'm in that bag again, that's looney gangster Mac-11
Drugs don't get me then the streets will
I'm on the edge of a refill, red rag wrapped on my face
Tec on the waist, I'm on the edge of a refill, Mini Van Damme