[Verse 1: Mr. Campbell]
Hear ye, hear ye, this that clean up flow
Quit it with these lazy chicks
Get you a clean up ho
Mean time, it's green time, this that mean time sh**
Sorry boo, you not wifey this that mean time
D-ding-a-ling-ting swinging
This that type of flow you listen to has no meaning
But, listen closely, damn you hear the irony?
Young man pain that's building up inside of me
Sallie Mae got me on speed dial, what?
Man, Sallie Mae got me on speed dial
Meanwhile one year later, after graduation
Trying to find a job, but stuck on that Section 8 sh**
Ain't nobody got time for that
Nowadays if you can rhyme, charge a stack for a track
Man it's whack, but the struggle is real
So put your two's up if you feel how I feel, Yeah
[Hook: Instrumental]
[Verse 2: Mr. Campbell]
Chime, chime, chime numeros dos del verso
Switching up the flow to keep my toes to impress you
Grandmother, or the aunt's baby mother's
Aunt's raising babies because mother's busy chasing dollars
Now I'm in this situation, It may be complicated
Masturbating on the track, nowadays music is lack-ing-ton
This groove, fat-ing-ton
No pun intended, free your mind, or get stuck in detention
Wait, detention? Mental detention?
But wait, I'm gifted, oh, no sh**ting
Trying to make mula, off that pa**ion
That can't happen, or can that happen?
Now I'm sticking to this pa**ion
Because I'm trying to make it happen
They be acting with the trapping
I should smack them for that whack sh**
Just for practice, call me black Brad Pitt
Thumping on these f**ers like lights, camera, action