[Verse 1:]
You know that saying bars for days well I'm starting to do that
I like my blunts with a lot of weed and really fat
Man sh** what am I talking about I don't even smoke
It's like everything I do seems to be a joke
Well not anymore, that was the last straw
I won this game and you lost there's no draw
And no do-overs man this sh** is finished
I get beefed up with rhymes like Popeye and spinach
Except I'm real this ain't no cartoon
I need a bucket when I rhyme, get me a spittoon
This is what I wanna do with my life is rap
Like every tree wished it had a produce like sap
Most rappers say they don't want the money I'll take their share
Don't need to waste it, I think that sounds pretty fair
b**h these pages are minute maid like lemonade
But my words quench your thirst sorta like Gatorade
I'm cooking sh** up in the lab with my pencil
While other b**hes try to trace my style like a stencil
When I get alone time I start thinking
Like Michael Scofield trying to help Lincoln
A rapping adept with the objective to murder a mic
And have my own TV show like Richard Van Dyke
I keep getting distracted I gotta focus
So I can summon my strength like a swarm of locusts
Eight hours of sleep in over three days
I got some nasty habits and some very bad ways
You're as crooked as scoliosis get a straight jacket
I'm worth a lot of money like Venus's tennis racket