(Verse 1)
My ghat go pi di di dang the dang/I make them neck bungee jump if lames wanna hang/cause my actions louder than my dank I guess that's why lifes a b**h that wouldn't give me a hand/get high five my n***a till 8 am/then my day begins/gotta hustle help to pay moms the rent/cause homeless people irony is that they listen to house music and hip hop my sh**/these pinchlines hard that's why haters walking with swollen lips/I got potent-ial if you read that word that's how potent I f**ing is/
I ain't got no time to be camera shy im too focus yp in this b**h/mothercityrunners my f**ing clique/clack bang if you disrespect/next time I see you is when you in icu's bed on a drip/
28 7 or 6/f** face whoever you is/if you ever do f**ing piemp your whole an*s will be pimped/ and if you ever do f**ing snitch your whole body will need a stitch/good lord oh lord oh lord/ tell these small minded n***as paying attention to my rhymes is something they just can't afford/ especially when im sipping on/
( chorus)
I'm smoking and drinking
Drinking and smoking
Smoking and drinking x3
(verse 2)
You wanna know what they what they wys/ I got room for
Improvement but I fuffill that space/not with me as a star
More like the sh** I blaze/almost everyday/I laugh with them
When I tell them my dreams cause thats just me heading
To the bank/
Cause I could sell a mixtape with a 30 sec intro and leave
The whole CD blank/even if you pay the data for it your
Closest brah wouldn't download your f**ing track/
Labels hitting me with dil*o's but i an*l beats that's why
I'm a pain to em in the a**/yes all my new records is
Just trash/that's why I wrote a song about getting wasted up
In the lab/recycling my thoughts and wondering if i acknowledge
A word in the dictionary called care/all I see is two faced naiers
Or is my vision that badly
Impaired/ balling in a few pubs and wish these immature
Clubbing MC's grew a pair/visit your joint and leave with your kint
As my sovuneir/I think popping Viagra/after seeing my b**h
Is the only thing going harder than me this year/I spit that heat
That got me core fans that's cooler than the earths atmosphere/
Your favourite rappers verses sound like a young thug freestyle
When its written sh**/so now I'm promoting ghost writers to
Mc's spitting that weak sh**/