[Intro]
Ayy
Yeah, yeah
Look!
Ayy
Haha!
[Verse 1]
I'm sick of clowns always wastin' my time
Someone tell Dax... Nevermind, waste of a line
Ain't a person in the game that is patient as I'm
I'm livin' [?], I'm playin' like zion, this shit is biblical
Everything you talk about, it is so fictional
Cars, clothes, jewelry, shit is typical
Bulldog, coffee shop, house with the edibles
You makin' kids dumber with your rhymes, shit is pitiful
[Chorus]
Got a lotta problems always tryna find the route of it
'Boutta sell out the [?], go and Google it
Got a California king sweatin' more then [?]
Rappin' for a decade lil' homie, I ain't new to this
[Verse 2]
First takes Steven [?]
Stay in hotels where the closet got a suit in it
Twenty dolla stupid shit, mama say I'm losin' it
Rather play the market and go buy a bunch of shoes and shit
They want me to stay humble, they want me to still struggle
But they a bunch of clowns and they can't even juggle, hey
They can't even juggle, yeah
[Refrain]
Lil' homie I can take you in and I can make you win
And ball out like you Patrick Ewing
I'm not concerned with the place you in
'Cause this a marathon, not a sprint
You lil' bitch
Ayy!
[Verse 3]
RIP Nip, homie, TMC
These rappers dread to see me, like a DMV
I can't wait 'til I run the game like DMC
I ain't trippin' on nobody else, DMT
Ayy
Back to the regularly scheduled program
Time doesn't wait for no man
My old friends workin' dead in jobs
Doin' pills and blow man
They always said that I'll never blow, man
But bitch, I'm a grown man
Used to rap fast to prove shit
I make waves like a cruise ship
Was calm for a minute, y'all want me to lose it
I'm too sick for a vaccine to do, shit
Ayy
Yeah, yeah
Look!
Ayy
Haha!
[Verse 1]
I'm sick of clowns always wastin' my time
Someone tell Dax... Nevermind, waste of a line
Ain't a person in the game that is patient as I'm
I'm livin' [?], I'm playin' like zion, this shit is biblical
Everything you talk about, it is so fictional
Cars, clothes, jewelry, shit is typical
Bulldog, coffee shop, house with the edibles
You makin' kids dumber with your rhymes, shit is pitiful
[Chorus]
Got a lotta problems always tryna find the route of it
'Boutta sell out the [?], go and Google it
Got a California king sweatin' more then [?]
Rappin' for a decade lil' homie, I ain't new to this
[Verse 2]
First takes Steven [?]
Stay in hotels where the closet got a suit in it
Twenty dolla stupid shit, mama say I'm losin' it
Rather play the market and go buy a bunch of shoes and shit
They want me to stay humble, they want me to still struggle
But they a bunch of clowns and they can't even juggle, hey
They can't even juggle, yeah
[Refrain]
Lil' homie I can take you in and I can make you win
And ball out like you Patrick Ewing
I'm not concerned with the place you in
'Cause this a marathon, not a sprint
You lil' bitch
Ayy!
[Verse 3]
RIP Nip, homie, TMC
These rappers dread to see me, like a DMV
I can't wait 'til I run the game like DMC
I ain't trippin' on nobody else, DMT
Ayy
Back to the regularly scheduled program
Time doesn't wait for no man
My old friends workin' dead in jobs
Doin' pills and blow man
They always said that I'll never blow, man
But bitch, I'm a grown man
Used to rap fast to prove shit
I make waves like a cruise ship
Was calm for a minute, y'all want me to lose it
I'm too sick for a vaccine to do, shit
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