[Intro: Erica Ehm & Kurt Cobain]

[Ehm]
Is it hard when uhm, you spend your whole life doing the first few albums and then suddenly everybody needs your attention, you have to do interviews, you have to travel around, and suddenly...it's it's is it hard to come up with ideas?

[Cobain]
Uhm, I dunno, I've just, I've just noticed that people expect...expect more of a thematic angle with the, with our music, y'know? They always want to read into it and before I was just using pieces of poetry and just, just garbled...just garbage, y'know, just stuff that just would spew out of mе at the time. And a lot of times whеn I write lyrics it's just at the last second, 'cause I'm really lazy, so, and then I am, I find myself having to come up with explanations for it y'know! So, I thought I'd y'know prevent that this time and, and actually have an explanation...

[Verse 1: Z]
When-when-when-when-when
When I hop in this booth this is all I could give
Z up for this mic's to the fuck that I am
Got a house for my kids cause I'm sick with this pen
And my bitch work her ass off while I'm flipping these tens
So you wanna be a rapper, or rate for them
I put my life on the mic they literally can't foresee it
And tried to breath underwater where no air had been
(I just forgot I'm just they father trynna share with them)
You understand I be doing it for them, cause if there wasn't any fam I'd probably be dead or in the pen
Now what the fuck are they gon' think about me then
If I ain't hold another dollar when it's time to pay the rent
Hardy bitches want my dick up on they chin
Cause they think a motherfucker got a million I'mma spend
If I ain't kick a couple features I ain't working with the sick
But that's beside a simple fact that I ain't fucking with you bitch
So get up off of my nut sack please
I don't wanna be a rapper, I'm Z (just me)
One time for the real MCs
And the dope boy flow put your coke in the streets
You hear me dope boy flows, put your coke in these streets
I'm talking six Cs in these beasts
Get these motherfuckers out my eyesight please
While I blow on this screen, he a West Coast beast
[Bridge: Z]
Look, I don't think they understand I don't get a break
Face messy while I'm eating on this dinner plate
I ain't even trynna bend, but I ain't finna break
(Not at all, just let me introduce who I am)

[Chorus: Z]
Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road
Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold
Where my pen n pad at?
Where my pen n pad at?
Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road
Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold
Where my pen n pad at?
Where my pen n pad at?

[Verse 2: Fluenci]
Everybody wanna pawn on what they shooting
Talking like they got money but they be wolfing
That means that pen at rest
I keep it vibing like a missed connection
Well he keeping it real at me
Even with the stabs
And they don't understand the meaning that behind it when I rap
Tell the truth and never prove it
Keep it silent when I snap
I'm the alalala passion
Ohana when I pass
And the devious assign me
One shot for me with ash
Kill these motherfuckers thinking they sorry till they get passed
Shit I'm getting bitch
Chicken noodles all up on they ass
Fluenci and Z we keep it G as street when we pass
Soak us all up on the block
My chickens shot when we pass
Tell them motherfuckers screaming "please don't kill me, I splat"
I've been vibing in the jungle
Find they habitat
Fluenci fucking with the brain, you know that it's a rap
Keep that shit moving, I keep it tucked but it ain't in the back
Flappy trucking end of consciousness
I pull it, but ain't attack
They try to tell me I will be nothing, but I'm back
Motivated for the perpendicular, I keep it last
So your minds, I keep it operational like charging tax
Slit they vision, coming blurry like a song onto a track
Definition kinda busy
Keep it moving like our stacks
And I'm known to make it proper like a tune to a set
Those people running mouths we be calling them friends
Fake with their dividends, they making no ends
I grind like a semi shit I'm breaking my pen
Keep it real on motivation like I square up in the pen
And a bouncer in the game and try to make it with no sin
And the reason that I'm here is I'm trying to win
Let the devil run up on me, two to his chin
Look out and this life has only be-ginned
Only be-ginned
Only be-ginned
[Chorus: Z]
Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road
Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold
Where my pen n pad at?
Where my pen n pad at?
Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road
Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold
Where my pen n pad at?
Where my pen n pad at?
Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road
Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold
Where my pen n pad at?
Where my pen n pad at?
Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road
Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold
Where my pen n pad at?
Where my pen n pad at?
Cause I'mma ride it like I drive it, ain't no other road
Barely survive it, face diving in this fucking cold
Where my pen n pad at?
Where my pen n pad at?