Brief Message
Facing my plate been a problem causing me nausea
I won't swallow the truth if honestly bothered
You call it bitching I chalk it up to my appetite
I think a lot I oughta speak my heart and keep it light
Despite of it being heavy and pretty messy to talk upon
When its obvious I ain't willing and ready
I still reflect in my mirror often to face friends
Changing to snakes and nearly vomited nigga
I'm clearly not in the blame if assessing the bigger picture
But let me cut to the chase
I'm not about to be bitter my crowns waiting the real was destined to reign
The second I got my head out the clouds and said my place on the ground
Heavens above and for now I just ain't allowed
I gotta handle my business and make my family proud (What what)
And make my family proud (Mutant shit nigga yo yo)
Ain't no way I'm giving up now
I talk shit like I flick lights accurately naturally
G solid murder like a my god
My tiny teenagers open Pandora's box smoking spice after school
Them niggas was off a lot Generation melting pots
Golden hot niggas still tryna out rap me I'm tryna smoke
I heard all yo bitches got bad feet
I'm on a boat fuck humble my opinions gon speak
You prolly choke when hot
Alvin and the chipmunks I sing through yo bitch stunts
They told me in the shit once I ran with it roll dice adjusted fitted know yo limits
How you claim you with it we ain't never seen you in a civic
Let me take credentials and instrumentals with a godly stencil
You slanging verses out the trunk for skittles
I'm out to get rich for penning riddles and put my city on the map
You know the Snapple facts supreme
Like a piece of golden gnomes hitting the cabbage patch
(Uh haha)