I am not the one to talk I hardly let my feelings out Just when I was down and out I finally chose a different route Fuck the fame fuck the clout I came up from the drought In my mind there’s not a doubt I don’t have the time to pout I can no got with ought Money in my bank account I Stack so much green Accountants Can’t count the amounts I’m so sick of the north Got thoughts of moving down south Haters talk tough Till they get punched in the mouth I’m a str8 baller like Spaulding I bounce I’ve been in the house smoking off an ounce I feel like Rick James bitch So Fuck yo couch Anybody coming at me Then I’ma take em out Your rhymes are str8 trash like Oscar the grouch Honestly integrity that’s what I’m about Y’all be fake ass fuck made up Mickey Mouse Ive been standing tall so you’ll never see me slouched I’m up on my high horse I’ll never dismount Got your girl wet she doused Know she taking off her blouse Ima beat it up like a M M A bout Only took me 1 min I was in a full mount Made her crouch while I pounced Then I left unannounced