Soused to my gills
Man, I never thought I'd chill
Keep a buck in my pocket
Man, that's grist to the mill
I'm a straight-edge
F*cker
Grew up in a landfill
With my homies in the ends
Still chillin' on big bills
Wait
I don't agree with these rappers who all fake
Get your mans
You spit, but my Adam's apple's a great
Wait
I think I agree with the these rappers who throw shade
At your mans
You shit, and you going the wrong way
No
This ain't your spotlight
This ain't your game
I let out a lil' chuckle when I saw you today
'Cuz you're trying to be a rapper
Behaving the same way
Man, who you trying to kid?
You're a goofy
You so lame
A hoe is but a hoe
But a blunt is a whole smoke
You want an enemy dead?
Simply give him some rope
Give an inch, they take a mile
Man, that shit ain't a joke
And I swear that my opportunity to glow has M-O
Okay
So now you know just who the f*ck is on the other side
I'm a killer when it comes to the beats and all the alike
I scribble my ideas, and I dictate my reich
I was gone for a minute, now I'm back inside of my mind
Damn