Beginning Groans [Verse 1] My timing aint free I catch my own beat Im a flawed man Rodman So many colors Im almost flawless Where I grew it was lawless Where I grew it was gorgeous Where I grew was the poorest Poorest of souls living amongst liquor stores Enemies wore different color of clothes Same shape of the nose I think that we met before I think I know who you know But it doesnt really matter though You was standing infront of the wrong liquor store Chorus They think Im crazy They think Im crazy They think Im crazy Yelling fuck you pay me Fuck you pay me Yelling fuck you pay me Fuck you pay me They think Im crazy They think Im crazy Yelling fuck you pay me Yelling fuck you pay me They think Im krazy They think Im krazy Yelling fuck you pay me Yelling fuck you pay me They think Im cray
yelling, pay, think, fuck, poorest