[Intro]
One two one two one two
Aye at least I know how to read
No matter anything else
(Get live motherfucker)
Word
(Nine five motherfucker)

[Verse 1]
Yo
N***as play this game all kind of foul
Guaranteed without a doubt
God damn you out of bounds
I heard them shooting like the buzzer started counting down
Nicholas Cannon with it, god damn you wilding out
Somewhere out of town
LJ signing out
Cuz every time our laws won, n***as want a problem now
God damn you out of line
Boy look at your follow count
Drop the Jansport commercial, n***as wanna swallow now
Fuck the politics, no longer have the tolerance
They talking who's the hottest shit and I don't get acknowledgement
When n***as favorite rapper on some 'can I have a dollar' shit
But I been counting gualas since the most blunted saga kicked
Comments in
Independent artistry ain't all legit
Real shit look so bootlegged to all the counterfeits
All of my integrity I couldn't learn to part with it
Now who go the hardest while these other n***as hardly win
[Interlude]
(Nine five motherfucker)
Aye man
Ah, nah it's cool
Heh-heh
(Get live motherfucker)
Whatever, don't ever disrespect me though
(All the time motherfucker)
Especially if you ain't even
(On the grind motherfucker, ooo!)
Whatever
(Make it shine motherfucker)
Everybody know
(All the time motherfucker)
Shit, Google know with its fucking, eight thousand-
(Running on your mind motherfucker)
-eight hundred thousand plus pages about me
(Nine five motherfucker)
I get-

[Verse 2]
Real
Soon as they don't get this shit they want from you they gon' send the taunts at you, god damn these n***as wild
Childish as a little kid, god damn you out of bounds
Shots from this Twitter screaming god damn you n***as foul
In the corner with some gunge, you're like the only child
Fuck what you and your homies going on about, I'm talking now
DJ, uh, leave a n***a [?] before we bark it out
Cuz when since the eighties jamming loud we can't talk it out
8 hours away from hometown, but still talk of town
Murder every bad bitch in sight, I'm tryna chalk 'em out
Still at the villa with Camilla kicking proper sound
I promise every n***a out my town is spitting watered down
Ain't nobody Iron Man, these n***as all Robert Down
You thinking you It, the wrong kind of clown (heh)
You could find me casually outside my momma house
Blowing on the loudest bum around, what we talking 'bout
[Interlude]
For real though
(Get live motherfucker)
What we doing
Okay so I was gonna
(All the time motherfucker)
(Money on the mind motherfucker)
Heard them weak n***as from the San Diego shit too
(That ain't your prime motherfucker, ooo!)
(Get live motherfucker)
I don't get it man
(All the time motherfucker)
I really do this shit for a living tho, it's the thing
(Nine five motherfucker)
Yeah
(On your mind motherfucker, ooo!)

[Verse 3]
Yo
N***as ride the whole wave but that real shit remain ours
They talk shit in late April and get May showers
A strong movement made the coolest n***as hate ours
They can recreate ours but they can never take ours
The drunken master as I slide through with great bars
Causing a ruckus bring your manager and HR
Who need an AR no contest in bay (brrr)
We grow grade A [?] with good hands like State Farm
No legal team but smart enough to pass the state bar
We [?]
God damn
Actually nah I figure just let it ride out

[Outro]
So the trip gets lighter. And I start to realize maybe this was some weird sort of spiritual journey. The little guy in the bag was the unknown angst that I had inside of me tryna show me that none of this shit really matters in the end. At least that's what I'm telling myself I guess. So I almost think I mastered this shit right? I almost think I got this acid shit right by the tits but just like life and everyone in mine it fucks me. Sends me down another emo goth boy side road, down a darkened, saddened path. Cue the music bag boy