[Intro]
Well here we go with a story for you all
Got a motherf**er hanging like a clock on the wall
Dryer than a towel when all his friends left
Took a wrong turn into d**, wars, and theft
[Verse 1]
But he ain't ever been a good kid to start with
Got a motherf**er sick off the lean and acid drip
That he takes while on his shift and allow his mind to drip
And bring positivity, nah n***a, f** that sh**
Cuz in this world a lot of 18 year old n***as tryna strive
Or just tryna stay alive and I'm that type of guy
Yeah that kept me alive, though your b**h is shy
I'll let her order her food while I cum in her eye
And I'm praying for a brick, booty, and them dollar bills
n***as know I never chill when I try and make them mils
They telling me that I'm the realest n***a in the game
Though I f** with Taylor Gang and listen to a little Wayne
Mutherf**er stop, cuz I ain't even into fame
People tryna soil my name, bullets flowing to they brain (Damn)
You can tell that a n***a gone insane
Blowing out like Kurt Cobain when your girl screaming my name (UH)
[Break 1]
Alright, verse 2
Alright, let's do this
[Verse 2]
2 am thinking 'bout life and then
Drown myself in alcohol and Ritalin
Socking b**hes in they face
Teaching them they place but
I don't really wanna hate
I just wanna get on time
Like am sorry for the wait (Yeah)
Fast beat, slow tune, looking at the moon
Then I slowly spoon your b**h in the afternoon
I don't give a f** and I probably won't anytime soon (Yeah)
Get my zippo lighter and a couple friends
Run around town and start a couple friendly fires
No this n***a not for hire, swag
Set the world on fire
b**h don't hate, admire
Cuz you might be the realest n***a til I show
Yeah I got that polo flow but know ain't for the low
This beat and verse got them n***as all like "whoa"
Like your girl when I penetrate her hole, black
[Break 2]
Yeah, you already know, let's get it
[Verse 3]
Getting trippy in my mind, gotta stimulate my vibe
So please don't blow my high, just tryna get the dollar signs
f** a b**h once or twice, don't take me for no f**ing nice
Guy, gotta go before this hoe swallow up my load
Of mollies and zanies, Mary and yogurt b**h
I ain't Mac Miller, my blue slick like thriller, trick
Carl Escobar got it going on though
Stepping at the club, Adele, setting fire to the floor
Aye, swag, I ain't got no f**ing problems
'less you count bad b**hes, then I got a f**ing problem
Why I refer to these songs? I ain't got a clue
I could start with TV shows, then I guess I'm Doctor Who
Who the f** is that? I don't even watch TV
Except for Monday night RAW, you don't even see me
Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag
[Break 3]
Yeah, Carl Escobar
TBA, to be announced
We're done here, that's it