Blue China (2012) lyrics

Hey, I got a secret
Can you keep a secret?
I ain't playing 'round man
You can't be tellin' laws man
Snitchin' is for b*tches I got work up in my car man
And I ain't sellin' it (Nope)
I ain't sellin' it
I'm cocaine celibate (SIKE!)
Yeah, I'm snortin' it
Cut a little bit of it
Then I'm poppin' cork in it
9.6 n*gga, yeah I'm Pitchforkin' it
Best new crap n*gga, hey you wanna snort a bit?

Bush got a n*gga feeling so good (so good)
Even better than any blow do (blow do)
All my n*ggas coming with the vans
I be feelin' like I'm the man
I can't feel my hands
Sober n*ggas never understand me
I'm the f*ckin' tooth fairy, put that money in my hand

Uh, suck a n*gga di*k for some
I've been going crazy ever since I hit twenty-one
Tats on my arm, got these tats on my f*cking di*k
If she got a problem, "Project: Skip-a-b*tch"
I don't give a f*ck, I take these lines like chewing gum
Chew until the taste gone, or until my face numb
No auntie, but I deserve a Grammy, family
Or at least a gang of antes just to keep me company, I'm high
Where the f*ck my chest go?
I be looking icy, man, I must have a chest cold
I need to see a doctor, sick cold monster
Please don't tell me where they cross around
I have to offer, uh
(I love you baby)
I love you, b*tch
Make sure when I get better, my sh*t's fixed
And get them jaws ready for that afternoon di*k
Girl, the truth is offensive
Music is my blue china
I surround myself with that blue china, you feel me?
Every day I find it harder and harder and harder to live up to that blue china, you feel me, yeah?

Gen Y all day, we don't give a f*ck
Ten left side n*ggas put your fingers up
Uh, I'm coming out of the diner
Coke up in my hand, and the other hand

Bet I got that blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (b*tch!)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (China!)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (b*tch!)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (China!)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (b*tch!)
Blue, blue, china, china (f*cker!)
Blue, blue, china, china (China!)
Blue, blue, china, china (f*ck that sh*t, n*gga)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (Blue china, n*gga)
Blue, blue, china, china (China!)
Blue china in this b*tch, n*gga
Generation Y, 1989; 90s babies in motherf*cker, n*gga
f*ck everybody, I don't give a f*ck
You know what this sh*t is right here?
This that sh*t in 5 years n*ggas gon' come back talking 'bout
"Damn, that n*gga was ahead of his time!"
But for now, a warning
f*ck everybody, n*gga
f*ck a YouTube commenter, f*ck any hip-hop fan
f*ck hip-hop, f*ck rap, f*ck hip-hop as a genre, n*gga
Wackest genre ever, f*ck that sh*t
So many wannabes, n*gga
Too many emcees, not enough fans, n*gga
Make a n*gga wanna sniff coke off that blue china
I don't give a sh*t, f*ck that sh*t n*gga
Where my guitar at?
Where's my f*cking guitar?

And for any ignorant ass n*gga thinking this song ain't about sh*t
Why don't you go read Oscar Wilde, then come back
Tell me what this songs about, yo
Non-reading stupid ass motherf*cker