I can’t really give a reflection of my life in 16 bars.
It would take too long, and I would go too hard.
I'd probably be rhyming for 15 minutes.
And blow ur top off cuz I’m so sickly wit it.
I’m a menace to the rappers tryna destroy the game,
I’m defending the real ones, but that’s awfully vague.
Well, I don’t mean Snoop Dogg, Big Sean or ‘Ye
See, I’m already rambling and coming off the page.
These days it’s all whiskey and bjs,
we act like we ain’t been thru three grades.
Playing with our penis and wonderful witch Sabrina’s,
fuck around and make a fetus who grows up wit no leaders.
See, if I want I can talk a lot.
But if I keep going some faces‘ll get awful hot.
I’m not here to tell u what u always hear.
I’m here to tell u what u already know and fear.
[Hook]
Like, damn I got a itch right now!
Damn, I need a bitch right now!
Excuse me, just sit right down
And here’s a pen and some paper u can just write down
Everything that your feeling
Man, everyday I’m feelin’ like I could just make a killin’
Get high enough I could probably touch the ceilin’
Yeah…that’s exactly how I’m feelin’
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