Young Jonathan Taylor Thomas, ridin in a hummer
See, bitches like Joe, they see me they start to stutter
Im sittin on butter, Im smokin til the sun up
And then I roll another and let it burn like Usher
Jenny from the block looking bitch, just stop
You thinkin that you hard but you just a fuckin bop
Youll never get respect, theyll never cut the check
Bitch, dont hold your breath less you wanna meet death
I got a new blade, Im tryna break it in
Im hopin that you come up with some shit so we can get it
See BONES let em have it
Im creepin through the alley
I hit the blunt once and fly away like Lenny Kravitz
See, I aint even rappin
See, flowins just a habit
I hope you know what happens if you try to bring me static
Im cuttin off the lights, you runnin for your life
But really you just runnin til you run into my knife
Dark cold forest, precipitation pourin
See, just because you dyin doesnt mean that you important
Nobody gon miss ya, I promise, give it time
The memory of you will slowly fade up in they minds
Your room gets changed, your clothes put away
Theres nothing like you left it and it hurts to even breathe
The smile on your parents just as fake as their intentions
They sayin that youll make it, but they know youll never make it
Im rollin fast, Im smokin slow
Im gettin cash, Im blowin smoke
Im rollin fast, Im smokin slow
Im gettin cash, Im blowin smoke