(Sighs)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Man shut your a** up
All of you n***as ga**ed up
Nobody f**ing with you like
b**hes you met at afters
Named this one N.A.S.A.A
Not-A-Singer-At-All
I'm rapping, laughing
At all you n***as who "ball"
I saw your a** at the mall
I was getting some food
You know the type of sh**
Them fat n***as love to do (ugh)
I saw you with your mamma
Spending all her "lana"
These n***as acting hard
But be as sweet as Aunt Jemima
I started laughing like
I was watching some stand up
I put my hand up
And yelled out "n***a man up!"
sh**, man I live with my mamma still
But I be helping daily
Trying to pay a couple bills
But you ain't working
How the f** you gonna make a mill
You're fake and I'm allergic
Somebody get me some Benadryl
Definition of lonely
No I don't need you as "homies"
A couple of you that owe me
Still acting like you don't know me
But I bet you knew me back
When my wallet was diabetic
But now that it's anorexic
You act like we never met, sh**
That's so pathetic
I swear to God I'ma get it
I swear to God get a medic
I'm sick and it's all genetic
So if you're hanging with me
Hoping that you'll get ill
Just forget it my n***a
You better get real
[Hook]
Son puras ratas
Pinche jente varata
Tu amistad
A mi no me vale nada
Se desbaratan
Solo con mis letras
Llo soy un perro
Ustedes son mis croquetas
[Interlude: Kevin Hart
(from the stand up special "Let Me Explain")]
"You going off.. you snap.. shut the f** up!
Don't say sh**, he's about to make you look stupid
Are you done? He get co*ky!
Yeah okay, are you done? Are you done?"
[Verse 2]
f** it I ain't done yet
Did they get they guns yet
Tell them that I'm down
Like the motherf**ing sunset
I see a lot of n***as faking
Acting like they made it
In a studio
That they be paying off in payments
They be the lamest
Acting like they "A-List"
But if you ask around
Don't nobody know they alias
Ask your baby mamma bro
She got me on a playlist
You probably f**ed her
To one of my f**ing "Greatest
Hits" man I'm making hits
Nothing but greatness
You pissed man you n***as pissed
You all replay this
I'm spitting soul
You better get you a bowl
Cause this food for thought
I'm giving ya'll
Is worth more than the gold
Diamonds and pearls
That all of you n***as chasing
Nothing less than amazing
Coming out of the place that
You put food in, f** it I'm the rudest
If that's what the kids
Wanna call being the truest
These old a** n***as man
They still tryina to make it
They over 30
And still haven't gotten paid yet
You need to get a 9 to 5
And start making a paycheck
Cause you've been tryina blow up
Since them n***as had on pagers
You know it's been ages
Tell me how many stages
Have you been up on
And still you haven't f**ing made it
I say you either quit
Or you start making some changes
Pray that God sends you angels
Cause I'm Cain and you're Abel
[Hook]
Son puras ratas
Pinche jente varata
Tu amistad
A mi no me vale nada
Se desbaratan
Solo con mis letras
Llo soy un perro
Ustedes son mis croquetas
[Outro]
"Are you done? Okay, okay!
I'm about to sh** on this b**h, right now!
Are you done? You done right, you done right?
Are you done, are you done? Okay, Okay!"