Might just buy a Rollie now that Ive secured my camera
Making it through college but Im running out of stamina
Ive managed to survive so far Im worried bout the rest
Even with a degree Im still gon be a mess
You creative types should get a real job and stop playing like
Somebody wanna see what you made- we got sweat in our eyes
Cool, but aint nobody gotta be miserable like you, always
Telling other people what they should and shouldnt do
Dont doubt it for a second I work hard for what I love
You can act like I aint got the power surging through my blood
Watch how you talk to me, Ill dominate like Dahmer ate, no mercy when we congregate, Ill clean yo meat right off my plate
But I dont hate you case you wondering, thundering bring the Hummer in
Through the front, I spit fire, I guess cause Im gas guzzling
I punish shit cause I got the beat actin up
They mad as fuck, wylin cause I brought the 90s to their trunk
One some young Will Smith shit
Put me on YO MTV Raps! and Id be a hit
If Biggie were alive hed slap this in the Sentra whip
He might say something like
Zip it up- please keep the flavor sealed in fresh
Swiss ya up/ catch so many holes that Ill turn ya flesh
Into mesh, Im tha best, these baby boys wanna test me?
Like paternity? Cause they got plenty from me
Catch me on Maury with the mic in my hand
And watch these kiddies try to imitate my best laid plans
Im the sand in ya crack, got the Bands, slinging crack
Out da back, got the track record to break your back
I need the sack of the cash in my lap thats a fact
The beat looks all wavy I cant stay on...
Track- I need to take your paper, like a mailman
Toucan Sam off honey smack, selling golden grams
Ill go Bam-Bam on some jocks who sling pebbles thinking its rocks
Ill snap and pop at your apple, jack- you all bark and no chomp
Champion floss hoodie
Fuck with me, Whats Goodie?
Moving quickly gonna need a dolly to shoot me and $ilver Willy
Put the metal in your mouth like Im filling in cavities
Brains hit the floor, its the theory of gravity
9 Shot revolver so I dont pick up shells
Metal ringing out like Im playing church bells
Unh. Im at the party bumping with the dean
Put me in prison, Ill break out like acne
Givin rappers nightmares but Im in they bitches daydreams
Run the trap so hard, catch me ballin at the track meet
Dirty as your damn feet, fuckin up the damn beat
Lay you on the curb, stomp down with my damn cleats
Bullets wrapped in Teflon, produced with C8
Hit me on my flip phone if you tryna see weight
Got an AR shooting depleted Uranium
Got you in my sights, get a deleted cranium
Bringin pain to them, bitches tryna chase me
Blood up on the walls, paint the town red, Banksy
Paid off them guards, in prison they shanked three
Im one of a kind, no you cant replace me
Bringin the fire like I chose Cyndiquil
My bitch just upgraded from Xans to Benadryl
Working overtime cause I gotta get paid
Killing all you roaches like Im sprayin Raid
If you tryna step to my homie Bryce
Best be wearin skates fore you find yourself on ice
Shootin at ya playa with rounds that are hollow
Brains hit the floor but your body gon follow
Breakdown!
, SMITH.b, and Notorious B.I.G 
Now while the MCs rhymin and the DJ spinnin I want yall to just get down
Now while the MCs rhymin and the DJ spinnin I want yall to just get down
Now while the MCs rhymin and the DJ spinnin I want yall to just get down
Now while the MCs rhymin and the DJ spinnin I want yall to just get-
Shit, yall know what to do
Cause Im knee deep in the beats
In the landcruiser jeep with the Mac 10 by the seats
For the jackas, the jealous ass crackas in the blue suits, Ill make you PROVE that its bulletproof
Hold ya head, cause when I hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick
The funk, baby