[Verse 1]
Young bastard, tongue got it mastered
Sip fast, and mack when I’m plastered
Sit back, gotta hundred on the dashboard
Whip lash, but hunny this ain't nascar
After the cash, the rap, the laughter
Life is a test and I don’t have any flashcards
That’s hard, but I wouldn’t study anyway
That’s hard? Yeah I use my blood in many ways
Every day, on my grind, still only semi-paid
On my rhyme, on my way to be plenty-paid
Mind is never empty, thoughts more than heavy than a penny weigh
Demi god, cleva' prod' is barely twenty age
Ask me what I actually be stacking in the factory
I’m packing up the rapping till the bragging’s satisfactory
Factual, J capitol
5 Oh, watch flow go national
Ayo

[Hook]
Tell me that I don’t have rhymes, that I don’t have game, that I don’t get high
Tell me that I don’t get wild, that I’m not the mayne, that I don’t stay fly
You can tell what you want, what you want want
You can tell what you want, what you want want
You can tell what you want, what you want, but know that its all lies
[Verse 2]
Habit forming habitat, I after that, the aftermath
Glasses and the ashes till the whole world flashes black
Mic? Pass me that, I got the magic raspy rap
Fuck your job; gimmie ass and gimmie rapper tats
Nuh, my mind isn’t fine with a normal life
Huh, a nine to five and a formal wife?
Do you have to trade passion for comfort?
New action, to knowing who will cum first?
One squirt, sleep, and its back to the dumb work
Wake up in time, wait nine for a son’s birth
Nah, leave my mark on the world or destroy it
Piss on the pearly gates, and call it anointed
The point is, I’m disjointed, it’s pointless
High life or no life, destined for disappointment
Yeah, they say that living fast will kill you quick
But answer this: is a bland existence cancerous?

[Bridge]
Rhymes that are fat
You know that I’ve got that
Rhymes that are fat
Yeah you know that I’ve got that
Rhymes that are fat
You know that I’ve got that
Rhymes that are fat
Yeah you know that I’ve got that
Rhymes that are fat
You know that I’ve got that
Rhymes that are fat
Yeah you know that I’ve got that
Rhymes that are fat
You know that I’ve got that
Rhymes that are fat
Yeah you know that I’ve got that
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Only thing fake is the ID
Real mu’fucka since days of High-C
Eyes be locked in right where the prize be
Try me? Why G? End up with an IV
I’m killing kids like I was spermicidal
I’m feelin sick, you could say the germ is vital
All the doctors in the world couldn’t manage me
It’s ok, cause I plan to be damaged see
Stand in the rain, man the pain, no canopy
A vandal to handles, bring bottles and cans to me
Handed three sandals, see, 'cause I got a three legs
What the third looking for? God damn, these eggs
Fat ass, order fries, skinny waist with them porter thighs
Those are lies, no way you only like older guys
It’s the young bastard, girl you need a new toy
I’m coming on the scene tell Rhianna I’m a rude boy

[Hook]