Nueve, tres, uno. Dilly mommy you know That independent film rap, Nick and Nora Juno You know the COD clan do it big like sumo Me and [?] gotta new groove like Kuzco The big dog did it in the booth like Cujo And josh locked me in and hid the keys to the studio Been left behind by some people but its cool though Thats why I keep my circle real small like a Euro The mural I'm paintin' is much pain and anguish And hard work and hatin' but then you will make it Leave it or take it the fame you can save it The money is basic, my name though, engrave it On platinum and gold plaques And hang them and save them Or melt them then go back and make you a bracelet But nobody knows that its not 'bout the fame but The art boy so know that that stays on my brain I'll listen, not really a fan though Respects you, but don't like your band though I get you but don't want a sample You're lit dude, but don't hold a candle Doug Funnie had me bangin' on a trash can Might catch me strummin' on a banjo Cold flow got my baby in an afghan Broken folk go and check out my band bro Baby brother out in Arizona, how it feel? I ain't tryna to make a meal but I wanna pay the bills Penny playa haters say I won't but you know I still chill Do it with the power of will like Jayda Phil Dr. Phil, Dr. Dill, Dr. Dolittle Still in the fusion caught a coupe but it's too little Me compared to you is like two tittles in the middle Of two digits; mine big and your's little Or two fiddles playing in the middle of a marching band One fiddle's broken, the other is in your partner's hand And he is pretty slow like Kevin is in the Office and Little did you know he's light-headed like a Charger's fan But no matter, the point is that I'm hotter than Two Charizards eating flamers in a charter van You and you're crew are bluer than Jimmy Carter and I just heard my verses gettin' published by Zondervan Interesting, Stephen Hawking surrounded by these Simpletons Or maybe Walts' surrounded by Jesse Pinkertons Steve Jobs if you judge me by my penmanship Trill deal, I'll be honest I'm kinda hoping you feel Dill But if I ever get big-headed you can k** Dill Cuz' no matter where I go, I'm still Dill Finna road a backwards filla' indigo leaf And turn into the police cuz' I ain't blowin' no reef So do not gas me up, no ethanol please I'm tryna be a humble beast so I'm rollin' on E Wait Say no, no, no ecstacy please And oh no, no beef only vegetables please And oh no, so so, def - definitely cuz money ain't a thing but a blessing to me Ok, 48 bars to the finish, that's a guesstimate I like this beat I think I'll turn it to my settlement It's safe to say that my rhetoric is heaven-sent Not convinced, check the New Testament for references I told Mike that I turned him into did miss the minis of rhymin' sublime as my pen is my diction to likin' to Benjamin's mission to get it by all means I'm all men like him is I'm swimmin'...in shark water with the shock collar still far from a balla' or shot caller still wish that I was taller and a bit smaller just spent my dolla' parked in an old holla with my Dixieland delight, that's Alabama rolled high with my sister that's a bit hard of hearin, fearin cuz' my engineer is servin' he is cheering volunteer so I know that he has his head up Shoutout to the east and sea that's where my dogs at Shoutout to Weston to see you know you all that but you Middleton to see where my heart's at got my my starred hat hot wired like a car jack got a gun pulled on me outside a cadillac I was 14, gameboy and a starter cap; Lion King but Mufasa had my back, Pops saved me from the wildebeest staring down the back Daddy saved me and now it's all gravy If I make some change he'll retire before 80, if I make a change Mom's proud of her baby My dream since 1991 80, crazy, I throw these lines together lazy but still they got the boys straight buzzin' like Swaizy Mood ring eyes on the face of my lady range from navy to baby blue Jay-Z Big Smo tried to sign me back in 6th grade most agreed to my lyrics now he gets paid and I love both, Smo is my kinsmen making profit of my lyrics? Well, that's infringement Big Smo tried to sign me back in 6th grade most agreed to my lyrics now he gets paid but I show grace just like my sensei you can have it all but my name Alright it's time to go to church like the pimps say and I'll be flyin' northwest like I'm Kim yay and for the record it is S E to the d**h of me notation in heaven forever, they got the best of me Shoutout to Jared Wayne french for the artwork and can't forget the whole street team for the hard work I'm no king, don't bow to me that's wack get loud for I'm back, the out city a rap