Fiends
[Verse]
Little n***a this is the black fuck
With a raspy voice smoking a blunt, making beats on a Macbook
You n***as is attached to a clutch, you in a rut
The falcon picked up, and fed it to it's chicks for lunch
Dirty as the fucking sky, your smoke mean nothing
It don't amount, to what I fucking touch
Lying to momma, stealing a cough drop from her purse
Hid in my room, I hate being bothered
Took me for granted, like the floor was upon it
Always ate my food like she wanted, still do
Brush my piss teeth in the morning, you motherfuckers
Get appointed, like a mouse, when I own it
I'm the type of n***a you'll see in the background of a horror flick
You ain't a n***a from where we live, hoe you a tourist
Chop ya jaw in half, ya will look
Like the middle of bowling pin; it split and shit
Stick, my flow be muggy like a hot armpit, or you arming shit
Some n***as I see plan to sell white, like it's Charman
And I'm off, and a oddball, or maybe retarded
Keep my feet on they heads, for them to go polish em
I just abolish em, since 2009, I've been a misfit
But always getting chicks, like the chicken was mating bitch
And you can see why I'm pissed from the state of my face
And bitch, don't look at my wrist, look at this dick
Cause that's what your pretty fucking ass will get
Spitter of the best shit, my lyrics still hit
Like boxer beating his bitch, and the beat still kicks
Like why the fuck you mess up my Timbs
Pay me with new pair of them shit's, motherfucker!
Little n***a this is the black fuck
With a raspy voice smoking a blunt, making beats on a Macbook
You n***as is attached to a clutch, you in a rut
The falcon picked up, and fed it to it's chicks for lunch
Dirty as the fucking sky, your smoke mean nothing
It don't amount, to what I fucking touch
Lying to momma, stealing a cough drop from her purse
Hid in my room, I hate being bothered
Took me for granted, like the floor was upon it
Always ate my food like she wanted, still do
Brush my piss teeth in the morning, you motherfuckers
Get appointed, like a mouse, when I own it
I'm the type of n***a you'll see in the background of a horror flick
You ain't a n***a from where we live, hoe you a tourist
Chop ya jaw in half, ya will look
Like the middle of bowling pin; it split and shit
Stick, my flow be muggy like a hot armpit, or you arming shit
Some n***as I see plan to sell white, like it's Charman
And I'm off, and a oddball, or maybe retarded
Keep my feet on they heads, for them to go polish em
I just abolish em, since 2009, I've been a misfit
But always getting chicks, like the chicken was mating bitch
And you can see why I'm pissed from the state of my face
And bitch, don't look at my wrist, look at this dick
Cause that's what your pretty fucking ass will get
Spitter of the best shit, my lyrics still hit
Like boxer beating his bitch, and the beat still kicks
Like why the fuck you mess up my Timbs
Pay me with new pair of them shit's, motherfucker!