(Verse 1: k**ington)
You think cause I'm nice, I really give a f** about sh**
About kids, about clits, b**hes talking about dick
I doubt it, I'm still breathing when I live without it
And I still don't smoke even when I'm lounging around it
Still ain't close so you can say I ain't about it
But half of y'all talk is still ain't really about sh**
How rich, how sick you hold a .20 round clip
k** yourself dog make a couple more rounds fit
Rap of finding your own style you ain't find sh**
You still lying everybody know that your sounds bit
Under ground bits maybe scents of cow sh**
My Ex hit me on the cell why you still around b**h!?!
Then I pound fists way to make the ground shift
Mentally a ground ditch physically a ground pit
Then I pound fists way to make the ground shift
Mentally a ground ditch physically a ground pit
Said I'm a mentally ground ditch phyically a ground pit
I said verbally a noun hit set to make the sound rich