(Verse 1)

Hit them with the grime this ain't motherfucking pretty
All you rappers sweeter than some motherfucking jimmies
And I'm busier than busy get the memo yet
You selling crack rock I ain't seen a pebble yet
I'ma instrumental flex on them
Every girl always claiming she a model
Couldn't sell your pussy to a brothel
Cook me up some waffles hurry up I'm tight on time
You can stream my mixtapes here right online
I got a fetish for these motherfucking letters
Even though its cheesy its gon' probably get me lettuce
And the bread is like the least important thing
I got a vision bitch
Feel it in my blood even though it's not indigenous
Show me where pigeons is really where the birds at
Following the crowd always standing where the herd's at
I heard that

(Breakdown) sampled vocals

(Verse 2)

Believe me no sweetie this is not for the uneasy
This is not for radio TV
Gunning for the top do not mislead me
If you queazy turn the channel
About to kill you cocker spaniel's
Won't you straighten up your face faggot button up that flannel
I ain't judging like a panel
But this shit just might get chippy when I finish off this handle
Cuz I'm blacking out
Just regurgitated while Cheeky smoked a half an ounce
Rappers always talking when it's time to grind they're backing out
Back and fourth promoters want to fuck me
Cuz they're looking at me all they see is money man it's getting ugly
Want to do me dirty I'll do dirty back
Trying to be a funny ending up like Bernie Mac
No disrespecting
I'm looking at the negatives like this a blessing
Even though this shit is stressing
I guess I got to take it as it is
Learn to shake it off and just say that that's the biz
Cuz its's grimy...

(Beat fades with sample)