Motive:
Look I don't spit hot 16 about how I'll I am/ I give the radio black eyes like wil I am/ maybe that's taboo, but I just rap true/ and keep the city on my back like Flo Rida's tatoo/ soon as I pa** through, I'm finna k** some breezys/ you them hoes who hop on anything like lil Weezy/ soon as you feeling sleezey, we head to vagabond/ you find in the parking lot trying to bag a blonde/ "hey yo what ave you on? You got them steels homie? That 211 with the red and grey seel jomie?"/ 211 king we like heavy drink/ my motto: f** hoes and k** everything/ this is for them peddling kids who never had a style/ who think popping bottles really makes em rappers now/ I don't get caught up in talking bout who the baddest /or spitting bout my cabbage/
Biggie: I'm sicka than ya average
[Chorus x2]
Cupcake:
I'm sicka than ya average
Motive:
South side n***a with a east side flow, oh whoa no
Cupcake:
I'm sicka than ya average
Motive:
Talk that big game but yo boy don't know that I'm
Verse 2
Motive:
Switch! They say my city really s**s, land of the nip and tucks/ where kids turn feene making pipes outta sippy cups/ and we ain't got a payer, the mayor don't give a f**/ so if you care lend me you ears and listen up/ alotta of us gotta flip, sure there's 9-5s/ but you end up serving on the side like a condiment/ and we ain't proud of it but we making rent today/ I said my piece now back to the mia/ f** d.a.r.e. I be rolling with the coke man/ shots make b**hes hit the floor like slow jams/ cops make n***as hit the floor like they dope mans/ back alley smokers taking tocks from a coke can/ whoa man! Dope grams pushed in Yaypes' city/ they love that white girl but that b**h ain't pretty/ as far as glamorizing this drug sh**? I'm pa**ed it/ I don't even rap it, I'm sicka than ya average/
[Chorus x1]
Now hit the weed n***a
Hold that, hold that
Blow trees n***a
Pa** that, pa** that
Now hit the weed n***a
Hold that, hold that
Blow trees n***a
Pa** that, pa** that
I'm sick of all this crying, this whining, this b**hing/ I take it back to making beats in my momma's kitchen/ I take to them old school jamz that were the sh** to me/ big daddy Kane, Rakim, I know my history/ sick of all these heads talking bout they get the essence/ herd the furious 5 but never got the message/ I just sit back, do my thing, sing and rap/ I love old school but that don't mean I bring it back cause/
[Chorus x1]