Clams Casino - Young Bastard lyrics

[Verse 1] Young ba*tard, tongue got it mastered Sip fast, and mack when I'm plastered Sit back, gotta hundred on the dashboard Whip lash, but hunny this ain't nascar After the cash, the rap, the laughter Life is a test and I don't have any flashcards That's hard, but I wouldn't study anyway That's hard? Yeah I use my blood in many ways Every day, on my grind, still only semi-paid On my rhyme, on my way to be plenty-paid Mind is never empty, thoughts more than heavy than a penny weigh Demi god, cleva' prod' is barely twenty age Ask me what I actually be stacking in the factory I'm packing up the rapping till the bragging's satisfactory Factual, J capitol 5 Oh, watch flow go national Ayo [Hook] Tell me that I don't have rhymes, that I don't have game, that I don't get high Tell me that I don't get wild, that I'm not the mayne, that I don't stay fly You can tell what you want, what you want want You can tell what you want, what you want want You can tell what you want, what you want, but know that its all lies [Verse 2] Habit forming habitat, I after that, the aftermath Gla**es and the ashes till the whole world flashes black Mic? Pa** me that, I got the magic raspy rap f** your job; gimmie a** and gimmie rapper tats Nuh, my mind isn't fine with a normal life Huh, a nine to five and a formal wife? Do you have to trade pa**ion for comfort? New action, to knowing who will cum first? One squirt, sleep, and its back to the dumb work Wake up in time, wait nine for a son's birth Nah, leave my mark on the world or destroy it Piss on the pearly gates, and call it anointed The point is, I'm disjointed, it's pointless High life or no life, destined for disappointment Yeah, they say that living fast will k** you quick But answer this: is a bland existence cancerous? [Bridge] Rhymes that are fat You know that I've got that Rhymes that are fat Yeah you know that I've got that Rhymes that are fat You know that I've got that Rhymes that are fat Yeah you know that I've got that Rhymes that are fat You know that I've got that Rhymes that are fat Yeah you know that I've got that Rhymes that are fat You know that I've got that Rhymes that are fat Yeah you know that I've got that [Hook] [Verse 3] Only thing fake is the ID Real mu'f**a since days of High-C Eyes be locked in right where the prize be Try me? Why G? End up with an IV I'm k**ing kids like I was s**micidal I'm feelin sick, you could say the germ is vital All the doctors in the world couldn't manage me It's ok, cause I plan to be damaged see Stand in the rain, man the pain, no canopy A vandal to handles, bring bottles and cans to me Handed three sandals, see, 'cause I got a three legs What the third looking for? God damn, these eggs Fat a**, order fries, skinny waist with them porter thighs Those are lies, no way you only like older guys It's the young ba*tard, girl you need a new toy I'm coming on the scene tell Rhianna I'm a rude boy [Hook]