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