[The crew]
(Are Y´all readyyyy!)
Ohhh we turnt!
[Verse 1: Unknown]
Yeah! hol..
Hold up for a minute yaow
Y´all some small street n*ggas!
Why you acting all grown like Jay-Z n*gga! (oh sh*t, we getting there)
Yeah, can't even enjoy a drink no more, you spitting like you big man, but no biggie man got one hit man and sit down
Sometimes i just don't understand this game now
No beef or nothing but still acting shady just to get some fame?
Ima get there, by myself, i don´t need no haters
I might smoke i might not (might not n*gga!) but i can´t get manipulated like you b*tch n*gga! and the studio sess got
You´r b*tch, grinding up on my b*tch, while she sucking my di*k! where ya at n*gga?
Let us take it back a notch, back to memory lane
A quick ride´er up highhhh yo
I been through some sh*t
Y´all dont understand sh*t man
The psychologist couldn´t help a n*gga f*cking think man
I was left alone, losin´hope, losin´home!
Family worried, chance was gone, my girl was gone
Everything was f*cking wrong
Now im "cold and don´t care bout´you no´more"?
Everything was good, what the hell happened to us baby?
Its all good to be real sometimes
Talking sh*t so deep sometimes
But all i can think of is f*ck the psychologist
That b*tch made it all worse
Made me feel a lot worse n*gga
Couldn´t even drop a f*cking verse n*gga!
I think a need a second or ima blow up in a minute now
Yo the freestyle got a bit too intense now
Pheww
Yo yo yeah! yo
(ooo you killed it man, the mic on fire)