[Verse 1]
Another late night in the stu, Adam's dozin off
Focus dawg, or we got beef, no stroganoff
Oh you sleepin, don't mind me tryna impose & all
I'm just tryna make music for the people that's f*ckin raw
Oh migod I'm tired of all these bogus artists
Overall they music nice but they so retarded
I'm tryna do better and still make cheddar, oh &
Remind me to make a track for the hoes to keep em soakin aw
I'm foolin, you know me, I'm coolin
Don't hear nothin but music, money talks I'm fluent
It's callin, you stallin, come son quit strokin off
This is serious man, I'm not jokin all
You need to do is press a bu*ton, I did it for 3 years
It takes you three years to press it, you don't really need to be here
But you know why I need you around, you know the sound
So when me & you together it's goin down
Show em howww
[Hook]
We do it
[Verse 2]
It's ironic I wrote this & you ain't here bro
You don't even sleep in the stu, I'm just bein a weirdo
I stretch the truth in my rhymes a couple times
But I'm the only one who can say what goes on in my life
I promise it's reaal life in all of my songs
But I gotta add a little to make em a little longer
So don't call me out, homie just play along
Cause as far as they know, all this is really goin on
(Cause they're just consumers, they believe in rumors)
They prolly believe my roommate really is a shooter
Stupid goobers, pooper scoopers, super losers
Our teacher was a cougar
[Aye you really shoulda smashed that night you saw her at the club]
Back to the fact of the matter, rap is a pa**ionate rather
Ravishing act if you gather that with attack you get battle
So I shoot for the stars move em bars
ADAAAAAM you know what to do
n***a. Stop recording. sh**
[Hook]