burgundy

what's up

nigga?

why you so depressed and sad all the time like a little bitch?

what's the problem man? niggas want to hear you rap

don't nobody care about how you feel

we want raps

nigga

my grandma's passin'

but i'm too busy tryin' to get this fuckin' album crackin' too see her

so i apologize in advance if anything should happen

and my priorities fucked up

i know it

i'm afraid i'm gonna blow it

and all them expectations raising because daddy was a poet

right?

talk all you want i'm takin' no advice

nigga

i'm about to relish in this anguish

i'm stressin' over payment

so don't tell me that i made it

only relatively famous in the midst of a tornado

misfitted

i'm clark gable

i'm not stable

abrasive as fuck and they all pay me

i'm chucklin'

cross-faded in public

heart racin' so blood is leaked

like i don't give a fuck again

right?

i don't fuck with too much of y'all's shit

judging by the pants and the mall grip

gully

in the vans with the dark tints

i'm a start-shit type nigga

night life livin'

ridin' in the jeep

i'm a side-swipe niggas

what's your life like? it's aiight nigga

hammer in the left

freddie what's the price of it?

ridin' with the whip and i ain't got the license for it

jill's got me livin like my life is golden

sittin' on my sofa feeling high and dormant

if we could smoke another one

while mike records it

pass it to you

what the fuck you starin' at?

acting like you've never seen a piece of scared cat

bars hotter than the blocks we be at

stunt on these niggas

they flop like divac

see that nigga?

for the time being

i'm a be that nigga

believe that nigga

you see that nigga?

for the time being i'm a be that nigga

believe that

nigga