I'm out here, I'm tired of this shit
Doing average -ass things
When I'm an above -average,
double -extra -average -ass person
Fool my stylists, bomb threats,
gun, missile, duck, and cover
I make it happen with my awful
with trunk and speakers like a bass
I roll with Wild Gorilla, Kongo Active,
True Baller, Julius Jordan,
Rap hero, cowboy, back to back,
and get your ass up out the Lex
My effect is crack hair on,
I drop the lessons like your salad
She's undressing, first impression thinks reception,
I don't like the way you press
Smith and Wesson, your direction,
facial section answer questions
Each year I'm rad for you,
Drop my gifts an d bring you joy,
And get your ass up off the stage,
kid, I drop it horse shit
Ig nore it now, I'm having a moment, moment,
Performance like a helicopter,
spin my top and start to rise
cause I'm invisible in every game
but you'll never spit it out the same
I'll stone preserve first remain
I rack up light weights off the bench
pass the ketchup, hit a pain
I'm underpaid the way I kick it,
God given trade, motion bin rhyming,
writing poetry for you and you,
my notepads, vintage models,
dust them off, they worth more
Rappers neglect me like a chore,
discipline them, no jewelry cars,
girls who on restrictions
My movement at you like a belt,
that's designed to scare you,
frontin' like I ain't on your mind,
Lace up the track like a lanyard
While your baby's mami blows besitos