Paroles
Yo, just waking up
And I'm kind of sick
So here goes my best shit
My best try
My best attempt
Check it, I'm feeling like PicBascassquiato
And the clabber in thick ass match staccato
Strings, I look at the big mass and wonder
If I will be the nigga who spit ash and thunder at the same time
I guess not, I hit Psymun up for the beats
Twist the left knob, sweet
Now the head nod easin'
And no giving dick for a change
So you can't tell me that's not decent
And I ain't finna grub if the rest not eatin'
That's fam, looking to progress not feature
But if I'm in a rut, better bet I'll see you at 5
Bills eitherwise
Chill nigga, you just a villian in disguise
And ill till his death's last breath's to the sky
But he's still too depressed to accept compromise
So until then guess your best bet's step aside
Jive niggas
