[Hook]
Hey motherf**er why are you sad?
You should be glad like a ziploc bag
Why do you want what you never had?
Ain't that the story unfolds n***as as
[Verse 1]
My dear, dear n***as
I see you
Rolling down Most n***as" Avenues
In your fancy car slipping and sliding
Shifting and gliding
Who told you it was cool to have a Chrysler 300 with no winter tires?
Fool, you got it cause it look like a phantom
The only phantom you seen was by Andrew Lloyd Weber, n***a
No secondhand shop n***as
You want to have it new
That's how most n***as do on Most n***as' Avenue
Where a one hundred thousand dollar watch can afford TTC
All dressed up and no where to go
$200 shoes $500 jeans
You're a walking oxymoron
Can't pop your collar and still be in the hood, n***a
Most n***as won't get that till later
He a n***a trapped so now you want to trap
The only try that you see was intended for a rat
Seen a n***a rap now you want to rap
But your punchlines weak and your metaphors crap
Oh you drink Ciroc right?
How did I know?
That's the favorite drink on Most n***as' Avenue
What happened to crystal my n***a?
What happened to 40's my n***a?
I bet if bath salts caught on you'd probably do that too
Seen a brother take a sh** now you like I want sh** like that too
Y'all n***as ain't even really n***as
Just wannabee n***as of a wannabee n***a who's leasing all this sh**
Always want what you can't have, n***as
Gra** is always greener, no backyard n***as
You came to a fork in the road and you went backwards n***a
Back towards Most n***as' Avenue
Where most n***as travel through
And if you ever come across a poet with an attitude
Holla at your boy
I sometimes traveled on that road too
n***a