| Grandma always told me not to worry | 
| Keep your weapons sharp, practice fighting after dark | 
| Not to rush and don’t you hurry | 
| Smile when the rain come cause the pain gets buried | 
| And ain’t no girl good enough for you until you 30 | 
| So, make that money son | 
| I know we come from, humble means | 
| Tore up jeans, dusty shacks, lima beans | 
| See the world gone need a double dose of you, show you true | 
| Kiss her cheek | 
| Hit the door | 
| Make them scream, Monsters Inc | 
| See I done came a long way from a sheet | 
| In a closet with a beat, ceiling pockets with a leak | 
| And tryna get this off me by the middle of the week | 
| I hear them talking shit but they ain’t talking to me, so discrete | 
| They say I gotta, anger problem I gotta, thinking problem | 
| I try to, solve it often but nada | 
| Motivation, I mixed that with some pussy and some vodka | 
| Destinations, I spin the globe and tell you pick a spotta | 
| You faker than them Pradas, I take it you’s a scholar | 
| Yo life been a whole role that you picked up from Shottas | 
| You selling that oh no | 
| I got that pookie product | 
| So the next time that you blow my dick be sure to use bravado | 
| My bad I know my accent, hard for you to swallow, but your girlfriend she do | 
| fine | 
| Man man she blow my mind | 
| And since I’m from Atlanta expectations start to pile up of me pushing some | 
| Impala, clubbing weekly till i fall out | 
| But ma’am ion do that shit | 
| And on my route to Bentley coups I shift through that shit | 
| These niggas threw me for a loop I brought the drum pad in | 
| Now I’m sitting up front | 
| I can’t quit laughing and steady blunt passing | 
| Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it | 
| Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets | 
| Life is full of bullshit, you should press record then | 
| Keep the script up off the table they gone try to spoil it | 
| Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it | 
| Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets | 
| Life is full of bullshit, you should press record then | 
| Keep the script up off the table they gone try to spoil it | 
| Uh whole fucking generation is abortion survivors | 
| Porn oriented minds that was born in the 90s | 
| Filled, to the brim with testosterone and lightening | 
| But I supposed the critics still gone manage to deny it | 
| Fuck it, I don’t trip they ass lick and sniff they upper lip | 
| That’s probably why them fuckers struggle recognizing real shit | 
| Hey Mr. where you headed | 
| I’m just tryna' pay these bills kid | 
| And find a bitch that think I’m fucking good enough to live with | 
| Though, shacking up is not an option for me | 
| Unless I got the option to leave | 
| I guess I’m paradoxing, and the problem could be possibly me | 
| I earned my doctorate in knocking daddy’s girls to they knees | 
| I guess, I’m just another american embarrassment | 
| With a freak bitch giggling tryna' tongue-twist a cherry stem | 
| B.O.B. | 
| is cool but Doc and Venus yeah we scared of them | 
| Cause they might drop the truth on these niggas without preparing them | 
| Like mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble beg ya pardon | 
| General reaction whenever the doctor’s talking | 
| At a crux house party standing round feeling awkward | 
| We just posted on the wall forever the underdogs | 
| I thought it was rather odd when she sucked my cock and balls | 
| She kept the semen in her mouth and spit it in a jar, eeeew | 
| Save it for a rainy day I guess | 
| Unless the forecast claim the clouds will come tomorrow | 
| How 'bout it | 
| Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it | 
| Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets | 
| Life is full of bullshit, you should press record then | 
| Keep the script up off the table they gone try to spoil it | 
| Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it | 
| Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets | 
| Life is full of bullshit, you should press record then | 
| Keep the script up off the table they gone try to spoil it |