[Verse 1]
Tell me why my dimes look pregnant
That n***as know that my connect Mexican
Hoes with light complexion little to no melanin
Smoking on the purple the herbal is so elegant
Intelligent b**hes from college that study medicine
Drop it in they face like visine medicine
In your hood liquor store, cop a slice of pizza
Skinnys on playing with the rockets like Ariza
n***a don't confuse it, think it's just music
n***as think hip hop is book-bags and chew-sticks
Fiends out front beg for change for our rows
Ain't talking about flowers let 'em hold a couple dollars
It's like it's Catch Phrase, roll a sack of haze
f** tomorrow dog, we ain't promised today
So tell me what's the reason these n***as eating
I feel like the whole damn industry teasing
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[Verse 2]
I used to cop a nick bag and pull two out it
Man, these rap n***as j**elry looking too cloudy
Sitting in the Audi, L.A. at the do over
Throwing up the middle finger yelling "f** Oprah"
You in the hood n***a, trying to get your buzz up
I'm at the Standard n***a, two b**hes with they tops up
And watch 'em treat each other like the buffet
While you doing calling orders at the Coney
Hoes say the dick so huge
That you can package pre-orders up through the roof
So keep sleeping on me, I'mma wake up with your b**h
Rolling over, asking her "Know how to make grits?"
n***a I'm the sh**, so homie don't piss me
Eat p**y so good, none of my hoes kiss me
Lick your b**h or I'mma be eating
The next time you call that ho a be teasing like