[Verse 1] Young bastard, tongue got it mastered Sip fast, and mack when Im plastered Sit back, gotta hundred on the dashboard Whip lash, but hunny this aint nascar After the cash, the rap, the laughter Life is a test and I dont have any flashcards Thats hard, but I wouldnt study anyway Thats hard? Yeah I use my blood in many ways Every day, on my grind, still only semipaid On my rhyme, on my way to be plentypaid Mind is never empty, thoughts more than heavy than a penny weigh Demi god, cleva prod is barely twenty age Ask me what I actually be stacking in the factory Im packing up the rapping till the braggings satisfactory Factual, J capitol 5 Oh, watch flow go national Ayo [Hook] Tell me that I dont have rhymes, that I dont have game, that I dont get high Tell me that I dont get wild, that Im not the mayne, that I dont stay fly You can tell what you want, what you want want You can tell what you want, what you want want You can tell what you want, what you want, but know that its all lies [Verse 2] Habit forming habitat, I after that, the aftermath Glasses and the ashes till the whole world flashes black Mic? Pass me that, I got the magic raspy rap Fuck your job gimmie ass and gimmie rapper tats Nuh, my mind isnt fine with a normal life Huh, a nine to five and a formal wife? Do you have to trade passion for comfort? New action, to knowing who will cum first? One squirt, sleep, and its back to the dumb work Wake up in time, wait nine for a sons birth Nah, leave my mark on the world or destroy it Piss on the pearly gates, and call it anointed The point is, Im disjointed, its pointless High life or no life, destined for disappointment Yeah, they say that living fast will kill you quick But answer this is a bland existence cancerous? [Bridge] Rhymes that are fat You know that Ive got that Rhymes that are fat Yeah you know that Ive got that Rhymes that are fat You know that Ive got that Rhymes that are fat Yeah you know that Ive got that Rhymes that are fat You know that Ive got that Rhymes that are fat Yeah you know that Ive got that Rhymes that are fat You know that Ive got that Rhymes that are fat Yeah you know that Ive got that [Hook] [Verse 3] Only thing fake is the ID Real mufucka since days of HighC Eyes be locked in right where the prize be Try me? Why G? End up with an IV Im killing kids like I was spermicidal Im feelin sick, you could say the germ is vital All the doctors in the world couldnt manage me Its ok, cause I plan to be damaged see Stand in the rain, man the pain, no canopy A vandal to handles, bring bottles and cans to me Handed three sandals, see, cause I got a three legs What the third looking for? God damn, these eggs Fat ass, order fries, skinny waist with them porter thighs Those are lies, no way you only like older guys Its the young bastard, girl you need a new toy Im coming on the scene tell Rhianna Im a rude boy [Hook]
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