[Verse]
I don’t know much about the Devil or Jesus
And I don’t know much about Mother Theresa
And I don’t know much about all the religions
But I know about enjoying life while you still living
No limits, no kiddin, salute your lieutenant, yall trippin
If you think that I’m gon’ stop killing these instrumentals
Who could do it better than we do from the East Coast?
See three beasts, don’t need dudes
Man, I say my own name a lot in order for you to not forget
So fly, I could cop a private pilot, private jet
Rhyming is my guidance, single parent, now she want me back
I ain’t rocking Prada yet, it’s probably designer shit
I’m just a regular guy, I’ve been the [?]
Trying to F with the size
Ay ma, effing lyrics so they can hear it
Every song got them DJ’s that go eva eva, eva eva
I’m up in the [?] where everybody get the same [?]
And maintain the same thing, that bang bang gang shit
I don’t know, I like it sometimes
But if you can’t switch your steez up
Then go get sat on by a fat dude with D-cups
Hold up, y’all want an apology for speaking my mind?
I’d rather lick a public toilet seat
Bout to go on iTunes and blow like 40 G’s
On shit I think that's better than
These rappers and their corny beats
But I ain’t mad, you gotta show love to get it
So high five to y’all guys who got the [?] in ‘em
But I’m going retarded so that’s a hypocrite statement, man
They just be waiting for my new shit
Like it’s Christmas vacation
I got these bitches debating is he dope or is he not
Man I be busy talking about Selena Gomez or something
Girls don’t matter, you can talk about it all that you want
I’m still the same young boy, I ain’t living a lie
I’m gone