I don't even like doing this sh** but, sh**...
I grew up on couches he got like six houses
We are not the same
I'm a man you a you a you
A f**ing b**h man probably wearing blouses
What the f** saying man, all that sh** is nonsense
Rich kids like my denim I put stitches in them b**hes
I don't even like to say that word but you's a b**h dog
Grew up in the hood but you got food up in your cupboard
I'm out of this world hoe, L. Ron Hubbard
You's a mother f**ing lame, you's a mother f**ing b**h
You's the mother f**er probably get the whole crew snitched on
You's a prince to a king whats a king to the don
Whats a don to a pawn that don't give a f**?
I DO NOT PLAY UP IN THEM SQUARES THAT YOU BE PLAYING IN
You got all that money so stop all of that complaining then!
Don't get me wrong he works a nine to five to d**h
He a hard a** worker make a beat up out this b**h
But sometimes you gotta say what you really gotta say
Sometimes you gotta feel, how you really got a feel
And you make me feel a way
You acting funny dog
You kinda suss what the f**- you doing round me dog
Damn how does he even exist
His mama don't like him his older bros thinks he's a b**h
I mean he's cool if you wanna do some coke and watch netflix
All up in the mother f**ing basement, face it
Mother f**er you's a f**ing base head
I'm a do some shrooms I'm a chill and play NES quick
I'ma look up quantum physics while I f**ing do the addition
You f**ing getting all those digits but you fell out fruition
I'm a product of the state welfare check and food bank and all
But if money was the object when my homie won a million mother f**ing dollars
Then you know that IVAN TOWNSEND ball
But I chose to keep my soul, all I got are my balls, eh