[Verse 1: Pre-Def]
I'm a bravo, k**ing all these n******gs that be thinking that I'm hazy
n******gs be like bravo, I'm thinking that you crazy
I've done nothing though finna clap n******gs for that
I'm thinking back what the hell did I do before rap?
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, those were the days when I used to like school
I'm like John Booth, when I'm in the booth
Striper's on my case like I left a pole in the booth
[Verse 2: Pre-Def]
Jillions of people are dying, no lying
They never thought about the after life, they're frying
That's the price you'll pay after being materialistic
Study it if you must but what if it don't stick?
The bible you never audit, the truth is all you know
The stick will never glow, if you don't make your own
What's English to a chap like me?
You'll never know