"The drill? Nigga, when I get in this bitch, this is my whip
Now give me the aux, Jay ain't got no weak shit."
"Ay, woah, relax. Just play the damn song, man, shit."
Yeah, eh-eh-em, uh
Out the abyss of the city promoters seem to miss
Don't mention me with the greats and I take it as a diss
Keep it a thousand, you can't be Courage and cowardly
Internet clicking, I'm in ya browser, spitting like Bowser
I do this for my dawg, like a lab, I'm the nicest chemist
You want the credit, keeping score, you living life with limits
From the psych ward to top of the Sykes building
Superhero music for the children who had life to finish
Broken women and they selling all they Famous Amos
Guns that carry ammo, not to mention watch out for the scammers
Diamonds on they teeth so they grill look just like Kool-Aid Jammers
You gon' tighten up or we fighting, niggas pull out the cameras
They hating, fuck em', too salty, they watching what you doing
If you crankin up in them Griffys then trust me, you was shooting
Die young where I'm from, don't play fair
They gon' spin ya top like the Ferris wheel at the state fair
The drop city, yo taxes paid for them cars
Niggas selling hard cause it's hard enough finding jobs
Nothing ever changes cause hope is just a mirage
And they gon' pull ya card, we can see right through ya facade
This is like a jungle, there's plenty people that suffer
Plus they overlook us so that just making us tougher
Everyone look out for themselves or look out for trouble
But I just called a play and I'm 'bout to break out the huddle
You can't be no punk or no sherm cause my niggas shooting first
Seen him at the crossing but he been losing to Lucifer
Just to be the teacher, one must have to be the student first
Gifted so they know uno verse could light up the universe
You ain't keep your word or a letter, as far as I can see
That's the naked truth, no 2001 Odessey
They gon' scratch you off of that lick like they hit the lottery
Why they moving business on the boy just like Monopoly
Attracted to the women and the power, every magnet school
And if we want a straight, jacket like padded rooms
Got that stick, no Harry Potter, bus you like the Magic School
Telling me I rose up out the ashes, I just had to bloom
They say "you want to make us proud, then you gotta leave"
I disagree, my nigga, to win you gotta believe
Pardon the politics, gotta say "Fuck acknowledgement"
If it's real, they gon' sing every word just like a prophetess
Nigga got that pipe, tryna blow, not talking esophagus
He gon' get so high and imagine he on a rocket ship
She been crashing like Kamikaze, don't know what condoms is
Baby father gone, it's no time to focus on colleges
This is like a jungle, there's plenty people that suffer
Plus they overlook us so that just making us tougher
Everyone look out for themselves or look out for trouble
But I just called a play and I'm 'bout to break out the huddle
People sell they whole soul for the sole goal of celebrity
Sacrificing life and limb plus they integrity
Living out an image you saw scrolling ya phone
Surfing the web and riding the wave, I never condone
Rolling so many joints, it's connected just like a bone
Keep it a buck, motion identity is unknown
If I take away the beats and ya goals and all ya handles
Tell me, who would you be? What you doing behind them cameras
If likes didn't exist, who the fuck would you listen too
If all you had was a voice and niggas invisible?
Was it another dolla? Would you write another rhyme?
Would you buy another Rollie? I know that money is time
Would you be sour if Kanye told you honey was lime?
I'm not teaching you to dougie, my rhymes dance in ya mind
Don't need you to pop ya pussy, I want you to close ya eyes
'Magine all of your obstacles 'front of you in a line
Gave you infinite chances to realize that you're divine
Say I'm preaching from books when it's color inside the lines?
Love you more than myself so I'm hoping you find this honorable
Find some hope, I'ma go to the top and then say "Geronimo!"
Keep the vision alive, what you searching for is inside
A piece of you ya strength, it's ya answer and it's ya guide
Praying that you unlock what I'm meaning when I'm alive
Cigar City, the City of Tampa, City of God, nigga
"You have reached the voicemail box of:"
This is Struggling Rappers Incorporated
Thank you for calling Jay. If you don't retweet, we don't eat, leave a message
Ayo Jay man! What's good bro, it's ya boy Big Eazy dawg, listen man
I know you be on that lyrical shit, man, but look bruh
I was just looking back over, uh, over a couple of the old records man
Look bruh, you got them bangers bruh, I know you got them thangs in the-
You know what I'm saying, in the vault bruh, I know you got them man
Go ahead and drop them shits man, look, I'm tryna pull up to the function, you know what I'm saying?
I'm tryna- tryna get a little drunk in, ya dig?
You know what I mean, I know you got them thangs make shawty go down
Come back round town, ya hear me?
Ay listen man, all I'm saying is bruh, you better have them-
Look bruh, you better have them bangers this time around, ya hear me?
And next time, answer the phone mayn! You don't know what be going on, answer the phone!
You know what I'm saying, I still got love for you big dog but answer the phone!