[Intro]
Ayo
What's doin'?
[Verse 1]
I keep a Anna Nicole packin' the bowl
Can stay a couple hours, then I'm back in the cold
I still can't believe the fact they let me back on parole
I should own a couple houses from the smack that I sold
150rikki in the black and gold, I'm ratchet and gross (Ugh)
These white girls always blackin' out with rack in they nose
Lil' Becky 'bout to Rex flight this pack up the coast
Thought I was brain numb then, but now I act like a ghost
Most these rappers are dummies, lad, I could actually expose 'em
Like I ain't GPS trackin' them Cali packs through the post
Like I been the best rappеr, lad, it's the fact I'm a GOAT (True)
Gelato in this billy, еating crab on a boat
You know we comfy sipping vino, sleep in Valentino
Blackout wearin' Off-White, lean in my Pellegrino
I dropped a CD, bought a P and I ain't been home
Suites in the casino till I'm eets with all my P.O's
[Chorus]
Fuck 'em, I'ma do what I like
I woke up this morning thinking how to ruin my life (I did)
Fuck 'em, I'ma do what I like (Fuck this)
I woke up this morning thinking how to ruin my—
[Verse 2]
Brittany Murphy talkin' dirty through a Ouija board
Off a thirty, if you sturdy, you can see me for it
I'm a rapper but this stack ain't from the CDs bought
I went from sleepin' on seedy floors to screechin' Mercedes doors
Import it 'cross the border, send a Didi for it
I started off a quarter, now it read Dior
I still remember days we couldn't eat at all
I'm Fiji water now and my wrist drip like graffiti walls
Bro, I'm just tryna get this ball to bounce
They saving for Gucci, I been tryna get a mortgage out
Big Mick Dundee if they try to war it out
I'm different with it, I take this porterhouse to your daughter house
[Bridge]
Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking how not—
Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking how not—
Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking how not—
Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking how not to ruin my life
[Verse 3]
These cunts don't know about the shit that I seen
They ain't never come home, had to soak the dipper in bleach
Dumped a hottie in a ditch, I go all in for my team
Most these rappers frontin', guarantee they bitch it and leave
Love to all my brothers sendin' letters, sittin' in greens
I'm sick of this scene, half of these cunts are bitches or fiends
Love me when my numbers low, but now I'm gettin' them streams
They hatin' on me (Probably because they wish they was me)
I wish I could change, lad, I'm still eatin' bricks when I sleep
Make a call, snap a SIM, then I rinse and repeat
Same trap four days, then I switch with my G
Risk my freedom to eat, that's how it is to be me
I've been stressin' over bundles I can't fit in my jeans
Or stuck in the system, wondering when my missus will leave
If I die today, I don't know how my kid's gonna eat
These demons make it such a mission to sleep
I'm just a fuck-up, I don't know how these people listen to me
I grind my way to the top, then it's back to prison and breach
I could've been something more than another fish in the sea
So why the fuck am I back out doin' these stick-ups in creeps?
It's a disease, made this way, but I wish I was free
Stuck in this trap, I could write these raps till my fingers'll bleed
It ain't changin' the fact that being a crim's in my genes
I couldn't care when they're tellin' me I'm a king in the scene