[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