[verse 1]
Real time gangsta back fo' more sh**
I hate this sh** with limpbiscuit
I promised critics i would say f**in' for six minutes
Tryin to f** that b**h since a week ago im addicted like a moth
b**h so sad i think she's f**in' goth
Where would i be without my dogs
Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms
But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was
In this f**ing line at ralph's buying my granola bars
b**h i got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one
She's all 99 of em' i need a machine gun
Im just playing i make fun of s*uts for fun
Ima break this blunt down and burn me up one
She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done
O.D'ing somebody help!
So sit back, relax and strap on your seat belt
[Hook]x2
My words used to be dull
Now my rhymes hurt engery is full
Every where i go im called f** up
Tell them to keep it running, i'm keeping the gra** cut
[verse 2]
Do what i do be like me
Do d**, drink liqor, get tatoos, more d**, than O.D
Or cause i'm black, hmmm maybe
These f**ers is lazy
Little kids cut the laces out of your shoes
Now these b**hes are angry at me like what did i do
I'm an artist not a talentless f**in' trick
Yeah b**h s** my f**in' dick
Yeah im a big catch and your a fish
If your with me you might fall off of a cliff
People say i fail? nah man thats just a myth
Father f**in her, older man f**in her sis
So i'ma be aight for the night without a goodbye kiss
Thats that sh** that k**s me thinking id rather have it bad than having
Ima throw you onto oprah than ima beat cha' a** laughin'