[verse 1: self provoked]
Yo look
Being an*lyzed is very annoying, I'm not competing with nobody
The f** are you doing? You spreading a dosage of that dope sh**
I'm calling a toast, celebrate with a s**y hostess
Best approach this with respect
High schools remember me with scribes on the desk
Worn out ties and a vest, what's a dollar to cent?
Nothing, do you notice my rep is buzzin and I haven't dropped sh** in a minute cousin
I'm not doing the rag but you s**ers make me mad
Talk sh** behind my back then want feedback, well that's that
The graph game is getting played out by the minute and hip hops on the same page
But in order to finish that transaction I'm gonna have to be dead
I kick freestyles off the head while getting head from a head cheerleader
Then leave her and crown, why cause groupies get no love in my underground, come on
[verse 2: self provoked]
F t 1 new typo f t p f** the 5.0 hydro
Imma breathe till my kite just won't fly no more
S P won't f** just another grimy hoe
E U C's when I rep sun valley
I'm getting high right beside where my homie died
Despise all the bullsh** so behind this movement
And promoting violence and promoting full clips
But I always lose it caught between some useless, pointless giving drama
So I have to do this
[?]
We can drink some blue moons, we can smoke some fat blunts
We can kick back, high fashion and act like we just fell in love
But you know that ain't the case you just mighty fine but I don't even know your name
Hoe
Hoe a** b**h
If I don't know your name you must be a hoe
But uh no disrespect to the ladies I love y'all I see yall
Uhm
There's a like see there's a, there's a big difference between like a cla**y fan who wants to get to know you
And a groupie who just wants to get to the back of the parking lot just
So she can s** your dick in the back of your car
Just saying