Chill out and let the beat talk
That's how you do it in the '15
Green lookin' for a she hulk
Whip used but the bitch clean
Kimmel didn't do nothin' for me
Should've went to fallon
Ain't about to talk money
Ain't like I never had none
100 grand from the deal tho
Universal had me starvin'
Backpacker and a weirdo
But my favorite rapper common
Sittin' in the condo watchin' martin
Schemin' on a way for me to start shit
Baby girl layin' all up on my bed
Listening to rappers that I'm better than
We used to idolize thugs
Now they idolize drugs
Both things, fuckin' stupid
You shouldn't itemize us
Definition of an artist
Communicatin' problems
Rock band, under the belt
Raps just another option
Ball out, ain't tryna scam though
Got a bald spot
Gotta wear a kangol
Our schools IQ be so damn low
Cause pop crews drop jewels bout the bando
No pixar or disney
Just a tinted cop car for the pickneys
Got into it with my old man
My bro said i had a slow hand
My girl startin' to be my best friend
Feelin' like the first time i ever had a slow dance
Lose my mom and I lose my life
Lose my arm i'm a lose my right
Cause u fail as a novice
Always do your best when times are the hardest
So true, listenin' to doom
Pavin' me away between commercial and the truth
Baffled by afflictions and the separated youth
Growin' up the internet, the radio, and tube
Define who your friends are and aspirations too
Maybe there is something I can do to make the news
More then the conflicts, politics, or flus
And more like a saturday morning cartoon