Never been shit, never had shit
Never knew shit, never out, never do shit, damn
But a homie never gave two shits, damn, damnNever been a bitch, never had a diamond on my wrist
Never catfished, never take, never asking
Give me this, give me that shit
Give me everything homie
Give me everything homie
Give me everything, again
Never been shit, never had shit
Never knew shit, never out, never do shit, damn
But a homie never gave two shits, damn, damn
Never been a bitch, never had a rollie on my wrist
Never plastic, never fake, never clannish
Give me this, give me that shit
Give me everything homie
Give me everything homie
Give me everything, again
Puffing on pungent cuz too many pundits
Telling me that I couldn′t do it
I'm one in a hunnid, million in probabilities
To make it abundantly on this rap scene
Mad streams, raking my money
Up to the ceiling, I reveal it, it′s appealing to me
Everybody needs money, there's a feeling of greed
And obviously it's an urge that I see within me
Family, friends, religion, that′s my pillar of three
Sign of the cross, father, son, gifted with the holy spirit
Stop with the fucking slacking, you should go and get it
Bars set on the top of the Eiffel
If I fall, back on my feet, I got no limits
(Hey you) Flow heat like summer degrees
So who′s laughing? This ain't funny to me
(You don′t know and you don't know my style)
Last night I was calling my plug
Was lacking, caught action with slugs
Unfortunately was swept under the rug
Never been shit, never had shit
Never knew shit, never out, never do shit, damn
But a homie never gave two shits, damn, damn
Never been a bitch, never had a diamond on my wrist
Never catfished, never take, never asking
Give me this, give me that shit
Give me everything homie
Give me everything homie
Give me everything, again
Never been shit, never had shit
Never knew shit, never out, never do shit, damn
But a homie never gave two shits, damn, damn
Never been a bitch, never had a rollie on my wrist
Never plastic, never fake, never clannish
Give me this, give me that shit
Give me everything homie
Give me everything homie
Give me everything, again
Back to back, coming forth with force
What′s above your head, Get down
(When I was younger)
Tit for tat, fore the sun get set
To release the dawn
No doubt (When I was younger)
This too shall pass
Don't twist the facts
Though I lied plus some
Was a bum, but I changed
Spread eagle (When I was younger)
(Duh buh duh buh duh duh buh doo)
(Boo duh buh da doo buh doo dah) (whoa okay)
That′s how all you goofy funky rappers sound when you try your hand at rappin'
Sidesteppin' with the catalyst
While I walk with a new spring in my step
Trampolines, you can′t define my madness
Matter fact, am I fit for a king?
Glorified by the chip on my shoulder, well I told ya (Well I told ya)
Imma take this scene by storm, only one way up
No matter what shape or form
No matter what shape or form
When what′s off gets on
Aint no harm nor wrong
To the rise of dawn, get going
Godspeed, take heart, don't forget to breathe
The chains and the locks face eventual corrosion
That shapeshifts the rust, statics in the resurrection
(Coughs) Hold up
Okay, hit it
Yep yep, "who′s that?" It's the timid golem hollerin′
Unto the passive thought, that I forgot, now rememberin'
As I? the whys are so wide, still at times
You realize to find the light of answer
You must pause, and smile
Normalize the suffering
Like wild enjambments ushering a thought into a message
And fuck it if anyone questions, a meaning, a what? well a meaning
Something that is given yet remains still none existent
So listen, be strong, say "woop de doo"
Crave for yours, cause I been craving for mine too
In time′s due, the mind's dune, will get a monsoon
Just keep calm for now you gotta save ya cashews
Cashews, all around you
Just like the tight framing of David Levinthals' close-ups
There is no human or doll "body" to establish a sense of scale
The dream house loses its status as miniature
And we the viewers lose our identity as "the big ones"
Scoot over, the sofa will seat two of us
From our "Barbie′s eye view", the bed seems kind of short
Our permanently high-heeled feet would hang off the end (this bed)
Taut as an army cot, and oddly sized, midway between a twin and double
Announces our sexual ambivalence, announces our sexual ambivalence
Feeling off-kilter as I did, when I took acid
And ambled through my own apartment
Looking at all the toys, kaleidoscope, hookah, waterbed
Stereo, silly putty, wire whisk
Thinking how thoughtful how kind of this
Doddy person to acquire these marvelous things for my pleasure
Measured, leisure
Log off the matrix with Red Dot and Ditto
Straight to our ubechard-nezzar
Over the dessert, still accelerated payed for
By the hubris of men whose eyes are dialated, what for?
In each and every medium, a medium is stored, like a median
The middlemen of media, material forms, keep on coalescing
Everything as everything, man, u gotta listen
Flow been musical since highschool, cyphers in the canteens
Spit quick, fore the prefects, while the fit sick
And destroy the haikus, get your head in the game
Storm the gates of troy, with our trojan horses
And I′m breaking free from my limitations
Been a quick minute since we dealt with our "Gabriellas and Vanessas"
Beware for the people, look at the flick my wrist
Shooketh by the whispers amidst, silence invisible spirits
I caught up in, itty bitty little conversations with them
Enough about me (ayo dot!)
Picasso on this bitch, I be painting a pic
Got a pen on my right hand, a "J" to my left
Cigarettes on the ashtray, adjacent to that
I birth a verse on a paper, got extra flavor with that
Cuz that's the casters, yeah I blend it with the mix
Independent with the moves, I be mastering the tricks
Seven pm in the stu and I end it after six
Homie that′s all day, It's why I′m fluid with the spit
I'm Freddy Krueger in this bitch plus "Peaky Blinders"
Bars, flows, metaphors, yeah I do supply it
I came to minus the fake ones, appendicitis
Some say that Red is a great one, well you decide it
It′s been decided I'm arriving since 2021
I got plenty plenty blunts
Sippin Hennessy and rum
This is 23 LeBron
I been chosen from the jump
Who you're favorite local rapper?
Yeah I better be the one
I be offended if I ain′t, nah I′m just playing
Some say jokes are half meant
Dawg I'm just saying
AK-47 spraying lyrical bullets
My tongue is the trigger
And you know that I′m ready to pull it
Step to me wrong
Finna catch a fade like a mullet
Bitch Kurt knows homie I ain't paying to do it
I ain′t pussy like you, imma do it myself
So which you want? Choose wisely
I got two in the shelf
That's tool in the shelf
