[Hook/Intro: Isaiah Rashad]
I gotta get my cool n***a voice on
Yeah straight up like
From Chatanooga you know what I'm saying to f**ing.....
(It's The House b**h)
For all my n***as riding in buckets you know what I'm saying
f** with me.....Ugh, Aye
Look at how I'm riding in my bucket, I be cooling
95 degrees, no A/C, but I be cooling
No exaggeration, f**ing b**hes, I be doing
My pockets hella empty, but these b**hes steady choosing
[Verse 1]
To this pimping, I'm a student, I need a job
This rap ain't paying bills, okay, blame it on Rashad
I get all in my feelings gotta blame it all on God
But see that ain't the lesson that was taught up from my mom
I be that Pretty n***a Flacko – f** that sh**, f** that b**h
See that sh** don't make no sense, he ain't even gotta lisp
It's so many f** rappers, I can't even make a diss
It's so many f** n***as, ain't no need to make a list
And tell my momma I be straight, all I need is dutches
Swishers, hide my insecurity, crowded by a bunch of n***as
They just don't be hearing me, you gon' start comparing me
Diamond in the rough, s** my dick, you'll see the clarity
Later I won't, won't be this same mothaf**a
As soon as I get on, one insane mothaf**a
I guess all them concussions, rattled brain mothaf**a
And we don't wanna hear that weak sh**, but you love it
I be high all in public, see sobriety's a struggle
They pay they bills hating, see, denying me's a hustle
I been drinking, I been drinking
See the fly in me, I'm buzzing (That weak sh**)
Alright now Look at how I'm riding in my bucket, I be cooling
95 degrees, no A/C, but I be cooling
No exaggeration, f**ing b**hes, I be doing
My pockets hella empty, but these b**hes steady choosing
Look at how I'm riding in my bucket.....
Look at how I'm riding in my bucket
Look at how I'm riding in my bucket I be
But these b**hes steady choosing
Swag
(laughs) fu*k THEM ni**aS.......
[Kris Prince Intro/Hook]
.....Aight, I guess I gotta get my smooth n***a voice on
From Chicago to.....
Gone Til' Further Notice I'm....
I can't wait until the day that I'm
Yo H.I.P.P.I.E.S. 2 Look
Ok Now look at how I'm riding in my bucket I be rolling
42 degrees, got no heat, but i be cruising
No elaboration, p**no b**hes I be doing
My pockets hella empty but these b**hes still choosing
To you rappers, keep it moving, go get a job
This rap ain't paying off & i won't pay to see it live
They lying to face I gotta blame on ya squad
Im seeing all that pressure that you putting on ya moms
Im getting sick and tired of music, take yo b**h, shoot that sh**
I be smoking on the best, all them gun sound effects
Its so many fake rappers I can't even have a voice
Its so many bad b**hes I can't even make a choice
I told my girlfriend to pray, argue all day
She project her insecurites, think Im f**ing b**hes
All that nagging be annoying me, you gone start comparing me
Pair me to your ex, s** that clit you wanna marry me
Later I won't be the same muf**a, as soon as I get on you gone change to another
Just like the spring time you gone change to the summer
& we dont wanna hear that weak sh**, but YOU support it
I ain't down for relations see committing is a struggle
They pay they bills trickin' got me looking into pimpin
Hair is foreign
See that foreign
In that foreign
Thats imported
Thats my b**h: THAT WEAK sh*t
[Fin]