[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