| Kush got a nigga brain doing somersaults | 
| Yesterday, clothes on smelling like a boss | 
| Dick up in her mouth so she can’t talk | 
| Pop a pill and fuck a bitch 'til she can’t walk | 
| Now I’m standing in the shower bumping drum and bass | 
| Stepped out put some Noxzema on my face | 
| Hit a blunt twice and spared up my heart | 
| Nigga my loft looking like a fucking skate park | 
| But the only thing I’m griding is the boss nigga | 
| Going nuts in the D, coast nigga | 
| And that’s a K not a C | 
| Nigga, Brown chief like Kansas City | 
| American Apparel Jockey Briefs | 
| Staring in the window thinking «Ha, I run the city!» | 
| Renaissance like a sculpture in my back yard | 
| Same nigga used to get F’s on his report card | 
| And I put that on great granddaddy’s soul | 
| Told me I’mma fuck bitches and always have hoes | 
| So let me call another bitch up | 
| A nigga tryna get his dick suck | 
| Make my toes curl up when you licking my nuts | 
| So when I call bitch, you better pick up | 
| So let me call another bitch up | 
| A nigga tryna get his dick sucked | 
| Nah, what you think this is | 
| I ain’t paying for your cab bitch you ain’t getting shit | 
| Nah, but a mouth full of kids | 
| Told the bitch take the bus guess what, she did it | 
| Blew a nigga down like the wolf did the straw house | 
| 'til I huffed and puffed and shot it in her mouth | 
| Now I got the skinnies sagging with the dirty chucks | 
| Thrift store tee cost a nigga four bucks | 
| Now hipster bitches bomb a nigga like Pearl Harbor | 
| Swear to God, I treat a ho like I ain’t got a daughter | 
| Might as well do the same to my baby momma | 
| While all my new hoes look like Jane Fonda | 
| Bump techno and drive little-ass Honda | 
| Give me brain and they say they learnt from their momma | 
| Say she bi and make out with her best friend | 
| Love it to death, but she ain’t lesbian |