it's all for the kids man
this-this shit for the kids
i can be whatever i wanna be
bet not a bitch or a nigga stand in front of me
i got the devil in the pockets of my dungarees
taking a dump on anything that standing under me
it seems like a light year
hey my guy do you got a light
plenty lion and many bison
but it's not many like 'em
i can be whatever i wanna be
bet not a pussy ass nigga stand in front of me
made a right on humble street
guess i been buzzin' like a motherfucking bumblebee
tryna turn this honey tree into a money tree
and y'all niggas the son of me
but i don't know what it's gon' be. uh
okay i'm gonna be whatever i want to be
bet not a bitch or a nigga stand in front of me
they tryna snatch this motherfucking rug from under me
cop an eighth and spend the last on paper and funds
so at thanksgiving i'm your drunk ass uncle
the little nigga that climbed the hair of rapunzel
i'm the shrimp beside your gumbo
i'm the wrong letter that made it up out your spell check
like the shell case when the shell hit
but the flowing come from the bottom
and i know that you prolly fail shit
'cause y'all niggas selfish