We got the beans, we got the beans If life's my wife I got her hitting notes in opera keys Took a chance but its not no slot machine Damn near a dropout, with fans that got degrees To fans that keep a pocket rocket Doing things to clock a knot that you would not believe Make the law a mockery I had they shotgun in my face once Coming out the spot into the sting I was 16, best reminder not to skip my eyes could've seen But the schoolhouse couldn't shield us from the size of the machine And we was in there enterprising for cream Shout out to my patnas, penalized in they teens And kids of convicts, institutionalized in they jeans How do you tear the fabric When it's wearing on you, tryna carry you backwards How do you deviate from the disasters How do you love life enough to consistently casket curve Look death in the lids and live to laugh about it afterwards