You some f*ckin dead weight
Boutta meet your damn fate
I dont wear no damn cape
Smokin on this whole pack
I might blow ya dome back
I dont front cant hold that
Hop out the van ok ok
I am the man yea aye yea aye
She been a fan just look where she stand
She said that im handsome
Belt ain't holding my pants up
Too many bands got them saggin
Bragging got them boys saddened
Might hold a bitch for randsom
Blade got me god teir
Slice ya like goddamn
Tatts hide my flaws
Till i cant see no more
Cant Wait till the fall
Give weight to it all
Im not tryna stall
But not tryna proceed
Without some caution