[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm 30,000 feet munching honey roasted peanuts
Sitting coach without the cart or lacking room to kick my feet up
On another Delta flight to another different city
Plus another hand-written letter from my girl saying she'll miss me
What the f** is going on, huh, somebody better let me know
About a year back I was working at Foot Locker
Selling Jordans at the local mall to stay afloat
Now I get paid when I do a show
Learning how to stay sane when I'm on the road
Getting used to the fake f** s**er
Now begging to come around all day blowing up my phone
But you don't hear me though
Or do ya, do ya?
I rock that orange Cactus Cooler
Please don't let my image fool ya
I'm shutting it down like a computer
You're AOL, you're lagging
Still on that 56k sh**
Getting comfy, relaxing
Satisfied and got complacent
Not me though, f** that, not me
I got way too much on the line
My dad wants to retire
My mom could use a house with a marble kitchen counter on the countryside
A big backyard so my dog can play
A kingsize sofa so my cat can sleep
Nothing that special, a three bedroom home
With a sub-zero fridge that hold plenty to eat
It wasn't me
That made your b**h come holla
But I did bark loud in her face because she looked like a chihuahua
Mixed with a camel and a donkey
Or maybe a hippo and a monkey
I can't pinpoint what animal it is
But the bottom line is that broad is ugly
Let me get back to it
I spit hot sh**, lick it up and chew it
Gargle it, swallow it
Throw it back up in my mouth then spit it out again, I do it
(n***a you do what?) n***a I do me
Piñata flow beat up the beat
Groupie hoes get cut off like the sleeves on a shirt on Mister T
I'm taking shots, ball hog
My college budget have me strictly drinking Popov
You claim you're on the block, all talk
My punchlines will lay you out, Balrog
I got you shook like broken ankles, homie, why you scared
Once I go in I'm hard to get out like bubblegum stuck in your hair
Strong enough to bearhug a bear
I'm weird enough to make parents glare
I'm broke as f**, I can't be repaired
And short enough to rock climb on stairs
But who cares?
"Swizzle, I do
Dry your eyes, you ain't gotta cry cause you 5"2', nah"
Thomas, I'm 5'6
"What?"
I said I'm 5'6
"Nice try, you silly dog, don't try to add an extra inch"
sh**, f** it, I'm over it now
I love to OD I spit coke with a smile
Addicts relax when they turn up my tracks
Cause the rush I deliver be sniffing a pound
818 romp and I rep for my town
Like it's too heavy I'm putting it down
n***as stop preaching 'bout what you're not doing
Get up off your a** and stop waiting around
Well sh**, homie, why you always talking like you got it made
When you got nothing made but a sandwich
I'm sick of hearing n***as cussing and saying it's all luck to be a rapper
Motherf**er, I planned this
I wasn't hoping and wishing upon a star
It ain't chance or picking a lucky card
This is what happens when you have to persevere
And take all of your f**ing pain and put it in your bars
I'm riding 'til I crash like Bandicoot
Doing everything that I can, I won't rely on a fluke
My name is, f** my name, I hate that sh**, man, I'm just kidding
Hi, I'm a SwizZzle fish, grab some floaties, lets go swimming