, boring job. I'm waiting for a daydream To take me through the mornin'; Put me in my coffee break Where I can have a sandwhich and remember. And it'
Hop's the tree and I'ma fig it Figure it out, the mic, I'm rippin it like a ligament Gimme a light a Bud Light, and shit'll get lit just like a cigarette
Lost again, still waiting for the voices That don't call my name Had too many choices and I missed my aim No pearls inside the oysters Just a world with
got my walk right I use 2 by 2's Like Ill you stupid Toilet paper niggas streets up, When It's time for me to use it Take a picture of my hair cut My
Try to stop me, you won't make it Man, maybe it was cuz I was Born to make it alone from the skids Don't take it for more than it is Cuz we're tough
Semour Cakester I give it on the arm you can get it from me Cuz if prices was any cheaper y'all be sellin' it for free Paid 2-3 sell it for 2-2-5 McDonald
Don't stop, get it get it) Get it, get it girl, it's your world, I'm a squirrel Searching for a nut, so more than scissors, I cut You can be a slut,
take a nigga to Rome Give me a hour, I'll have her blowing up my phone Like a stem to a stone and she won't leave me alone Million dollar nigga, I get it
billboard, I'm a bullet on my block How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot? Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk
whole song boom, it's Vietnam You see it wrong, so I'ma gone leave you alone Put my mind back on, who I'ma bone to take home Got mine, get cha own, grab
have the key Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off Take your clothes of biatch, take
mad at me For talkin' about another young, nasty freak It's life, it's not a major catastrophe You ain't a hoe 'cuz you givin' up the ass for free, you
use to do it Well, check this out Game Is the shit? Like what? A rat-haired bitch I was sittin' at my home, all alone Thinkin' 'bout bitches I use
it couldn't be you So if that leaves me, Too $hort, baby I keep it in tune like do-re-mi With a strict rap tempo, bassline simple Take that, it's a
a nigga didnt have these golds Remember when a nigga didnt have no ends But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check It take long time, but
it didn't really feel bad Started thinkin, this use to be a rich man high I gotta high drug tolerance so I'll give it a try Went home and did my thang
do you call it? Garage? Wot do you call it? Garage? Garage Wot do you call it? Urban? Wot do you call it? Urban? Urban Wot do you call it? 2step? Wot