D E U C E that's how you spell the Shit

Heard you makin money must've Thought that You was relevant

Pen to the paper no thought that shit Be elegant

There go that big ass problem that be The Elephant

Now let me talk some real shit you Could Actually feel

That boy skinny as hell

I heard he used to do pills

Will the real slim shady please sit Down

How the fuck you dye yo hair and get Put out the First round

Sittin back chillin this shit is really a Game to me

I don't hear a word that these Motherfuckers is Sayin to me

You claim you in the car but you not In the same Lane as me

I stack that motherfuckin bread and Put it in the Bakery

What's poppin

Ain't bout no jack but I got options

You see me all the time wish you Would quit with All that dodgin

I feel like kodak black cause I don't Fuck with all That flockin

And I'm movin like a mime cause I Don't fuck With all that talkin

Me and gang havin motion let me get To da point

Meanwhile I'm just chillin I just Rolled me a joint

I don't think you heard me

I don't think you understand

Been gettin money since a Motherfuckin young Man

Excuse me pardon me let me through

I just mind my business and I stay up In the Booth

I'm not familiar with the fuck shit but It constantly Come through

I'm steady duckin all the hate that's Why they call Me dodgin deuce

Smellin like a quarter pound of za When I step in

Blunt in my right mic in my left hand

I don't need no triggers cause these Words is my Weapon

All that smoke for free cause the plug Is my Bestfriend