[Intro]
Oh!
(Haha, listen, I can scream)
There's a beat playing!
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Verse 1]
They are standing at the door
With the blower in they hand, ready to put you on the floor
Fuck them n***as, fuck them n***as
Fuck them n***as, whatchu know?
Got a stogie in my hand, he threw lil homie to the floor
Fuck them ciggas, fuck them ciggas
Fuck them cigarettes, you ain't met my n***as yet
Asking me for shit you must think this ain't something bigger yet
How you figure that?
Way he do it like he want it, you unwanted, uniconic
Go make trillers, go break ceilings
Go hurt feelings, go make millions
You’ll make millions of it, the more the profit the better
On the news with new Chet Ubetcha
And we chatting 'bout getting cheddar, uh
Blunt ash on my sweater, draw myself, that’s getting meta
Think you brave gripping the metal
L.A. broad day sunny weather, uh
I’m just tryna smoke on my petal, uh
Fuck you n***as in the ass, I’m accomplishing a task
Loving people in a mass amount
Dropping out, I don’t even know what this class about
Teach me business, teach me taxes, fix our masses
[Verse 2]
N***as think I’m black, n***a, I'm Indian
Huh, get off of my back, all races are synonyms
For any stupid human sack that can walk the block and talk
That got a pussy or a cock, that grip a dick a stick or rock
Fuck do you mean? I don't pop beans unless it wit' rice
I do not drive, I pedal these bikes
I smoke a blunt, the petal be nice
I smoke a joint, it look like a elbow
Believe in God, ain't going to hell though, hell no
I keep stick like the cross, I shoot that love at who I come across
I’m not too worried how I come across
I know who I am, I’m the man
Michael, he live in a van
Might go to Venice eat molé and jam
I’m making racks, I gotta do taxes
You is so broke that we in different brackets
I file quarterly, make sure they orderly
You wonder where could that quarter be
If you a rich n***a do a backflip
I don’t care bout this rap shit
I just wan' make my music, take a nap, bitch
I’m that n***a like all of the time
You a winner, when you eating dinner straighten your spine

[Outro]
Well that's it, I'm done rapping, until right, now