[Verse 1]
Get the point like Champion, I'm Kurt Rambis rambling
And-One I'll handle it, quaaludes and a Spanish bitch
Back when I was popping pills I couldn't imagine this
I couldn't imagine shit, study like an analyst
Couldn't even take my finals kicked out my freshman year
Knew I wouldn't get to college, didn't think we'd get to hear
None my shitty raps. Thought I'd have a 9-5 or bummy in the trap, and I ain't got neither
Luckily you fuck with me cuz it coulda got ugly
Like me fucking fat bitches in a punch buggy
Tables turned like darknesses, never shoulda gave you n***as money
Watch what I do with it dummy. Buy a chicken restraunt and call it get the honkies
Pizza place where all my n***as sitting in the front
Sipping forty's and brews talking shit cuz it's cool
I make songs cool when Im in the mood, but now it's like

[Hook]
Rap this, rap that, get the bread or quack quack
Duck duck goose, top guns on these rap tracks
Got dreams for the paper, so I don't recognize no neighbor. {2x}

[Verse 2]
My Xbox ain't getting play, ex called me talking shit
She asked why I don't call her must've thought I had my wallet filled
If you talkin money I don't wanna talk
Could tell a n***a broke by the way I walk
Hands in my pockets head down, I ain't getting hawked
N***as in my neighborhood will shoot you over polo sport
Sons of this anarchy, like its 1994
And Beans in your headphones talking bout lets go to war
Microwaved the hood like Vinnie Johnson 91
Looking over both my shoulders I don't trust these n***as bruh
Bape's on jeans rolled rolling finna find some fun
Thirst traps be on my phone, higher level Pokemon
I ain't team rocket ho so I ain't finna chase you up
If it ain't for cheese the bees knees raps can't break you something
Gotta get the guap word to Rome shit'll make you tough
Used to be for bitches now my topics steady changing up like

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rome Fortune]