y'know i'm not like everybody else
i don't got these big chains
i just hopped up out the tub
spittin' on the mic until they pull the plug
'cos to all of these kids i'm like a role model
i teach 'em how to twist a j and chug a whole bottle
i hope i didn't startle ya
tryna get my profits in the green like a gardener
webby's only get an ultima
paint peeling off the hood
bumper hangin' off the front
interior smelling like bogeys and blunt dust
but my little dump truck'll ride 'til the sun's up
got all these gettin' chicks wet
but i'm having trouble just tryna pass the admission test
cigarettes and gas money and i'm over budget
guess i gotta borrow a 20$ from mom
some people whip in lamborghini's
but my pedals on the floor and i'm barely pushin' 50
i'm that skinny white dude who spits every time he's standing out
only rapper still living in his parent's house
i'm going in as soon as someone turns the beat on
i got probation coming in a month now
cop's yelling at me 'webby please put the blunt down!'
used to work as leslie's pool supplies to bring in dough
and i should probably start again
how many other dudes can come in a wreck this shit
and grew up in the burbs of connecticut
i'ma beast and i'm always doing me
so try to call me corny i still spit it true
and chances are i bang way more chicks than you
i'm doin' shows so who's the idiot now
little sister and your bitch in the crowd
college shirts and doctors
sold weed up out my locker
they kicked me out of hofstra
can drop a mean verse but can barely do subtraction
stay true to myself when i'm rhyming and it's clear
the only thing fake about me is the diamond in my ear
so dirty i leave your region in fear
not that other seasonal beer
it's a fact from the burbs never whipping out a gat brother
the only time i pull a hammer is when i'm playing super smash brothers
my bank account's about as low as my gas tank
if you don't believe me ask banks