They want fast money They want gas money I'm alright sir How are you It's a little cold Can u warm up he sir No u cant Then I better just jump back in my van These days People hate Can't catch a break Might as well drown in a lake These days sir I can't take I don't want to write rhymes I know I'll get mine in due time They lie and they lie And you lie, you do lie I don't have a wife Nobody likes me Try me And see what I'm made of What are they made of Practice all night Full of fright I got the energy to fly like a kite You boy Need to cl an your raps up That's what I say whatever My parents kicked me out So I write all day They say alot of things And try and come my way It's my way or the high way Chillin in my drive way After doing a drive bye I fall asleep These dreams Get full of demons Ohh no I think something bad is going to happen Maybe a worse epidemic My penmanship Ain't the greatest But I'll sign off and you'll get to hear the latest Wait this shit I'm about to spit Might break us or make us They us They wanna be us In God I trust I straight bust Up all night Up all day Play ball all day Play the game What game This game In a world full of hate I run the race Take a brake never I'm way to clever I'm down for whatever Smother me With money Play dead Wake up and make bread GO to sleep and play dead Treadin water Lookin for the godfather Under the ocean People always getting in the way I say grace Can God save us anyway My mind can only understand so much They say so much To get repurcussions Why you Russian Why you fussin Actin like nothing means nothing.