[Verse 1: EL]
I hate the press, don't ask me sh** ni**a, do I look like a rich ni**a, I'm just trying to get Rich ni**a, bank account with 6 figures that's the sh** we dream about and all that hating leave it out I'm sitting on bu*t and beavis couch laughing at this rap sh**
I ain't got to make no tactics I ain't gotta f**ing practice my flow on point like cactus
Every since a little rascal
Use to stuff my face with tobacco
Leaning like a broken axle, they like drop that sh** you a**hole my princess left my castle
Now I'm stuck in this f**ing rain though ain't got rain boots or a rain coat my emotions leak like draino, because everyday is the same oh, the same oh sh** since 93, still trying to a**emble a dynasty
And all these motherf**ers keep reminding me about this rap game don't smoke blunts they give me back pains I'm in the fast lane trying to turn my car to a airplane I'm back mane, stay away from me one day I pray to see
My mom with a big crib god please don't take that away from me
And I know you see me right now
Cause I got so much sh** to right down
I've been down and outx3