[Verse 1]
I'm working my grind, I'm working my time
b**hes be wanting my dick, but it's mine
Sharing is caring, and caring is staring
Me in the face, with this fleece brief case, sh**
I'm on that Nextel chirp, tweet me back with that
(brrp brrp brrp brrp)
I hit and relax, got a gun in my satchel
Drive my truck with a broke off axel
I'm free off d** but I hang with the crips
All you b**hes smoke like broken exhaust tips
Huf clothing be hugging my back
Dale sitting with a pipe and some crack
Dale has that cyanide, cyanide, cyanide
Forever indebted and Dale is my only ride or die
Literally be spitting these limericks in the backseat
Of a limo naked with your chick, and a f**ing dipstick
Dipsh**, what I say to do?
Life for me is just weed and brew
Hang on, thought I said I don't smoke
Wait, that was a joke look at this weed that I toke
Broke like a bloke on the street with some coke
If you want to hang out you better grab a rope
[Verse 2]
Yeah, money, money, power
I held the world for an hour
I am not a f**ing coward giving b**hes golden showers
Jack and Jill ran up the hill to grab my co*k and paint the stills
The picture frames, I picked the road that twists up hills
This life is real
World star before rap, you already know that
So fresh prince they about to bring the show back
The retard life ain't easy, I'm rapping like G-Eazy
b**h, you know I earned my grill
I k** it like I'm chief keef
[Verse 3]
Flowing like an aqueduct
That's broke as f**, like half of us
Dale is always getting hand outs
I think his mom has the foot gout
I don't know how to tell my mom that all I want to do is die
She wouldn't lie, hit me with a belt
And then she'll watch me cry
Watching b**hes fight, I think I'll watch some b**hes fight
Yeah, work, work, work to the grind
I never start a fight 'til they cross the f**ing line
If the line is white, snort it up with some shine
If the shine is brighter than the pale moonlight
If you say 'Hi', all I do is say 'Hey'
With a creampie inside a whitey make it light grey
Oh wow, oblivion stump
I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk
f** off officer, I know I'm not drunk
I could've sworn that Budweiser can read, 'fruit punch'
[Verse 4]
1980's chilling, k**ing like a villain
Jason Voorhees on my back and all we do drug dealing
My name is Brian, Minecraft never lying
I let the family ties in, smoking know my eyes lit
Leaving it to Beaver, should we rape or tease her?
Hang on got some tweezers, let me give some teeth work
My weekend cost a kilo
She already know though
My brain is filled with dick jokes
I'll change my name to Dick Jones