YEAH YEAH....UGH.. YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH ... BITCH ... **** SAYING CHILL.... NAH.... **** SAYIN.....

**** Saying chill nah im fina go crazy bout to take what I learned over these years make you pay me

Soaking up what we got out the mud was never lazy we was cutting yards for a dub to hit the corner store daily

Bitch I need the chicken with the gravy hustling at military daily back when cash money was a Navy

Three Jobs working in the mall the wall finish line and DTLR on Gawd

I always been a sprinter willing to go and it if it's it to be gotten fuck all that wishing

Talk about the shit that you work to put in fruition yo babies need supporting from infameal to tuition

Shit don't go to the quickest but they don't want **** in it them racist try to throw you outta of the race before you finish give you a sentence

Call it a Rico only Jay Z got the cheat code everybody else going to jail

**** think the system broken that shit working well homeless in Antarctica you know I'm cold as hell ice in the winter **** water to a well illmatic number ten it hard to tell

**** I'm Swell that's a bit nicer than nice fell back ran it up twice and still trying to figure out life

I ain't have the right amount of water i was trying to figure out the rice

I'm finna go crazy bout to take what I learned over these years make you pay me

Soaking up what we got out the mud was never lazy we was cutting yards for a dub to hit the corner store daily

Now I need I need the chicken with the gravy bitch **** argue with ya lady you ain't finna play me

Boss on the stage King Coopa in the 80s star power blowing fire flowers at yo baby

Fuck you crazy?

What is you stupid I been killing shit for twenty years and now they need to prove it

I ain't really tripping on shit tho cuz I do it

Flip flops on a roller coaster I'll lose it

All these lil **** false alarms I'll snooze it

Come in here flexing which ya ego I'll bruse it

Kiddy ass rhymes I outta hit one of you pussys in ya Kitty one time like the Dave Chappell line

I ain't even got enough time to explain how nice I am at writing these rhymes you play a pusha T song from a big bitch with Adidas on and it still wouldn't be enough lines

Whatever it's gone be it's gone be in due time

But I sware to my fans I'm trying.

Niggs say they dope than the boy stop lying

**** crying till its time to rap you hear a lot of never minds fuck they lines

Cuz I'm finna go crazy bout to take what I learned over these years and make you pay me

Soaking up what we got out the mud was never lazy

We was cutting yards for a dub to hit the corner store daily

Now I need the chicken with the gravy Fro shit sweeter than Sade

Blow a half daily

R-E-S-P-E-C-K my shit like Baby bud for peace but the piece on safety

WUNDAS