[Verse 1: Nick Womack]
This is morgue music wheel'em in, lately I been k**in' sh**
My penmanship is ignorant, n***as changing like gym nsh**
I got a couple new hoes from my old school
Lesbian couple getting freaky in the old school
n***as like to play hard, 'til I show up in they yard
Wigs split, and n***as gettin' dragged like gay bars
Real sh**, I ain't even gotta say pause. Shaq at the line
You taking shots but they way off
And time is money baby girl, I'm not a minute man
If I'm the future of my city, Imma live it then
If you wanna be a Nick so bad, then I'll lend a hand
I don't think y'all listening, so maybe I should spit again..
If I'm the future of my city, let me live it then, you wanna be a Knick?
Then go and Jeremy Lin a hand. Been gettin' money for awhile, I ain't new
To features, and I be lettin' bands go like a music teacher
Freestyling is cool, but my written sh** is so superb
Careful what you utter, 'bout others, you could be overheard
A weed smokin', Henny sipper, coolin' with my Hippie n***as
Throw these cats in a bag, and out the car ; kitty litter
Most of the time I'm hungover, and the after taste, is like the wrath of grapes
I can't even balance straight. What's a fake n***a to a real one?
She can't f** me, without giving my n***a Lill some
Straps for the dickheads, no condom, Imma peel one
You'll catch this in the morning, but funerals, are real fun
That's an anagram, trust me you don't stand a chance, and I'm known
To cop O's, like Santana's fam. How these n***as don't like me, and I got them here?
It makes no sense, they ain't hatin', they're just volunteers
You probably ain't get it, but volunteers work for free, and if you fly as Pegasus
We carry arms Hercules. f**in' right, certainly. This beat is like dessert to me
Y'all was in the building, until we came and burnt the lease
Money grow like Chia pets, you could label me a vet. I'm done with this verse
'cause y'all ain't ready for the sequel yet.. - Wo