I'm slamming drinks Like when a door shut I hope one day I'll be living on a tour bus I'll kick your dog in the stomach And that's a poor pup Think I give 1, 2, 3 Or even 4 f**s? Nah I only care to act upon a plan That I thought of at my moms place Gotta take a chance Wait So you're a guy But wearing lady pants Yo that's ironic Cause it takes a b**h to make a man Yo You gotta step out of your comfort zone Found a girl that I could love And now I'm yelling f** the hoes Did a couple months ago Now I got triumphant flows While you rap without a story Like a bungalow Whoa Oh no You ain't like that If I drop a diss on this b**h He wouldn't write back Right back To grabbin the mic and writing tight tracks Might laugh At all of the artists who just write trash Uhh Cause when I spit it gets repetitive Adrenaline Be pumping though my top Like a Remington Used to use the medicine But then I found my head again Now I'm f**ing happy I don't needa use a sedative It's Skitzo Nation in this b**h So f**ing face it I'm like the Lizard Squad Cause they'll never ever trace it Now the motto for my life's Pretty simple and basic If we talking Digits, b**hes, or the Liquor Never chase it!