I got 1,000 in a dresser drawer
Lyrical exercise, all my letters sore
God couldn't even bless me more
Momma Yeary never stress no more
Dawg, you kidding right?
1,000 dollars not living right or living well
But sh** it helps
But sh** it helps
I got a golden ticket and I wished for ticket sales
Tip the scales
I'm too pissed to bail
The sh** I spit repels
Any groupie b**hes saying "hello" like 6 Adeles
Visions future
Something different
Still a trooper
Still a soldier
Til I'm colder
Til I'm older
Til I'm sick of sober
Pick the culprit
Hang'em up like biggie posters
I mix my karats with the cake, like the desserts your parents used to make
Kid without a daddy, smoking fatties
Freshman popping adderal, along with liquor mixed up like it's a ca**erole
Daddy was just glad to go I guess
I never got to ask him
I had to call him, "Sam," the only time I ever got to ask him
"Why'd the f** I happen?
Am I the result of hormones and teen spirit, alternative grunge era just flowing obscene lyrics?"
Chorus
I feel major label
I'm still independent
Not even that because my tape ain't even finished
Don't know half my fam
But I know who my kin is
Friends is menaces and I still haven't met a Dennis
Pearly Honda Hatch like ya boy just went and hit the dentist
I bend the penny and I stretch the dollar
Holla
Swallow your pride and we'll solve it
Flows sick, I'm nauseous
The process for profits exhausting, I'm cautious
I'm feelin' this
Nah, really I've been feelin' sh**
This weed has got me trippin'
Gotta lick it and then seal it quick
Tree at paddy gs and sh**
I f** b**hes by the threes and split
I need to dip
I need a change of scenery, I need a trip
I need a clip
I'm the type to serve you, and then leave a tip
I'm ostentatious
Confrontation can't change sh**
I'm angry
Patiently waiting and pacing for fame
But what can I say, people do insane sh**
k** your brother on same Abel and Cain sh**