[Intro]
Hmmmm ha
Prrr haha
Yoyoyoyoyoyo
[Verse]
Pulled up to the 7/11, hopped out, pulled the Glock out
Said run the hot dogs and the hot sauce or get shot now
Put the phone down, ain't nobody you can call now
The cops'll probably kill you, too
sh*t, I would've thought you knew
I stopped daydreaming 'bout accomplishing the impossible
Now I'd rather just rob and loot and pop and shoot a cop or two
I'm coming to, a theater near you but it's not a movie
I just go to the newest releases heated to pop an uzi
I popped a molly, now I'm woozy, my jaw is feelin' chewy
I'm feelin' sad but I ignore all that with some beers and loosies
Chainsmokin' like I got somewhere to be
Actually I got somewhere to go, yeah I got someone to see
Remember the dean? Mr. Trap he was a di*k when he took my hat
And for that I'mma break into his crib, strapped, and take a nap in his basement
Til' he wakes up and has to come down
Bust a gun round, yelling, "What the f*ck now!? Duck down!"
The voice in my head's crazy, I tell him to shut up
But he won't, keep goin' on about gettin' everyone that ever f*cked up
I'm f*ckin raw but I lucked up
Guess I'm shootin' blanks, f*ck
If this rap sh*t don't work out I guess I'm shooting banks up
Til' my banks up, stinking like some dank stuff
Robbin' old folks at their jobs for their paystubs
Blow it all on bape stuff, a dope chain, and my nose stained with cocaine
Buggin', ordering lo mein at Chipotle
You know me, don't act like you don't remember my face
I'm the same kid in second grade that punched you dead in the face
I'm a headache of hate
Come find me, I'm probably somewhere in the basement
Lookin' for places to place these bodies but I'm runnin' out of spaces
Why you think I've been so quiet lately?
I'm just not tryna make it hot, the cops been watching
Hope they don't find and take me, they'll probably thank me, sh*t
Runnin' my fingerprints might match for about a thousand kids who went missin' and sh*t
I'm ignorant, I could be smart but I'd rather drink and sh*t
Til' I can't legit see my face from the sink and sh*t (who is that)
I'm sick of sh*t, and sick of saying that I'm sick of sh*t
I'm sickle cell and sick of sellin' weed for a flip and sh*t
I need some bigger sh*t, b*tch I'm in a pickle
Pick apart, either you with me or you gettin' thrown out the window
You should've went to dental school, fool
Music just ain't your thing
Life's a game and it's a shame but f*ck it, I play to win
I can't save a thing
Hoes, money, drug dealin' or show money
Birthday money, old money
I blow it all on blow money
My nose runny, told mom I'm sick but I'm really sick in the head
Know you think it's cool I rap but I actually rather wish I was dead
I'm just thuggin' it out, screamin' "f*ck the government" loud
In public the crowds be disgusted cuz I'm puffin' the loud
f*ck with me now, I-
f*ck with me
I flow halal, you know me, you know the pals
You know it's young Lou and I come through and I overkal
I mean overkill anything that I spill on, I
Get my drink on and spit on and
I don't get my drake on I'm, more like, um, Akon
Or some sh*t cuz I'm locked up and I'm tryna get the f*ck out, and
I don't know how but I'm 'bout to break out quick
This is my, breakout sh*t, this is the new tape where I
Spray round clips, you don't want that man, stay down, b*tch
You can't see me, I'm like a f*ckin' genie
R.I.P. to Robin Williams, think I'm goin' f*ckin' crazy too
I'm lazy too, it's young Lou
I'm the lazy dude and the crazy dude at the school, yellin'
"I might, maybe shoot if motherf*ckers bother me"
I come through lookin' like, the father, b
Of every rap motherf*cker that heard me spit, ever
b*tch I spit that real sh*t, I come through and I kill sh*t
You don't want me-
You don't want me to hit the kill switch
b*tch, I'm for real, sh*t
I come through and... do sh*t that you can't do
Cuz I'm special, and everyone is... oh