Cynical for your bitch taste Introverted in your face, Member days when Lil B was hot And I was hella based, Hard as a blunt hit Never cared for excellence Rap niggas move along Wall to the Mexicans, Downing all this liquor While yo bitch lick like licorice, Blow a niggas high Clip ya wings, kid icarus Back up with the ignorance Rap game street smart, Making love to your love I'm fucking on your sweetheart, Homie hit my phone To say he vibing with the energy, Keep your head up And blade out Engage the enemy, Mixing like its synergy The best of the century, Drugs, alcohol, and bad acid Gotten into me, [Hook] Too much weed kinda fucking with my mental, Doing drugs overthinking bout my kinfolk, Awkward face Never staring out the window [Verse 2] Daily battles with my bitch We don't agree on too much, Sister think it's something wrong Say I'm drinking too much Contemplating right and wrong I know I'm thinking too much And I been fucking left and right Like I been creeping too much, But I been sleeping enough I'm making hits with the punch, Cop a nigga's mixtape And turn that shit into lunch, Nerdy nigga But the hoes love it, Girls feel a way for me Nigga love to talk You think you got her But she wait for me, Staying up late for me Sliver tongue sweet talk, Pocket pistol street walk, Nigga talk, the heat talk Bulletproof North Face With Adidas looking dirty, Cop a dub From the plug Burn the bag Less than 30, Yelling at the golden gate Risky shots Like I'm curry Running at my own pace So my nigga I cannot hurry, Niggas clinging to Obama I'm not a stranger to the drama, Switching bodies on a nigga Like I'm Ino Yamanaka I'm downing all this vodka Like my troubles at the bottom, Fuck with me you know I got em If I ain't got it, I get it Yeah yo nigga this and that It's whatever, I get it