[Verse 1]
I could go off on this
I only offer hits
Told me to fuck this beat up, I’m doggin it
Like a Greek chilling in a metropolis
Going as fast as the metro‚ I polish hits
Make em clean‚ fastest bars you’ve ever seen
Kilometers‚ racing by
They be debating if I could be the greatest
While I’m sitting here wasting my time
Rapping so fast
Look at the rapometer, it’s on max
Looking out the window, words flying past
Mind racing‚ no time for rest
I will state as a fact
That these wack ass bitches won’t last
A second
Give it a few more years they be begging
They be begging
For attention or drugs
Rolling some green up, then take a puff
Getting my high on, yeah that’s a must
People asking why‚ I tell em just ‘cuz
Rolling up blunts like pigs in the mud
Look at the man in the mirror, I’d marry him
If he presented some chips, good weed and a ring
I’d probably do it right there and then
I’m an American
I Spanish German ban you like Bueno Kinder
Ain’t no gardener but I got green fingers
Here’s a little piece of my opinion:
In some years they’ll be like, wow, he did it
Those are the thinkers
They be leaving some room out there
Next to the singers
I’m never blinking
'cuz I wanna see every second of this life that I’m living
Writing this shit, it gives me a challenge
To fully explore my talent
I gotta try to find the right balance
In between fast and slow types of rapping
If you don’t know, do you mind asking
For a hit of the blunt, for that everlasting
High, you’ll be allright
As long as you’ll take more hits when you write
I’m taking the piss
'cuz while writing this, I didn’t even take one hit
Last time I did, I got sick
'cuz of me eating, yeah I’m the pig
I just go with the flow, look at what I just wrote
And see if it is good enough to make a show
All for my bro
He must already know
In a few years we’ll make it fo’ sho’
[Chorus]
Nonsense, I’m talking nonsense
I ain’t got shit to do with half things I talk about
It’s just some nonsense, I’m talking nonsense
But I enjoy it, I promise
If I would play this to people
They would love this
I’m talking nonsense
I ain’t got shit to do with half the things I talk about
It’s just some nonsense, I promise
All this acting tough is just nonsense
[Verse 2]
I don’t know what to write anymore
I take 1 hit, 2, 3 and 4
Then I go back to writing, say some real inspiring
Shit like I did before
Instead of all that other rappers talk about:
Bitches, money, fame or clout
Talking how their life is the greatest
That shit makes me lift my eyebrow
They be talking out their ass, no doubt
Most of them just chasing clout
There’s some great ones, though
Let me give them a shoutout:
Chester Watson
That’s an artist
He’s the one that got me started
Some of these bitches probably laughing
I know I ain't nowhere near to this bar king
I’m a dog, I’m gonna start barking
At anyone who is talking
Shit about X, Mac, Peep, Rest In Peace
Come let’s watch the rain falling
Down
I crown, Boogie as a rap king
'cuz he be balling now
This rap thing is a game of calling out
But I like giving praise more
You bitches better start crawling now
For Joey B to the A and a lot of Da cash
Compared to him, all of y'all are trash
Including me, can’t you see
That we all are wack?
The shit I spit is pure facts
The things that we just all lack
Is a great flow, a great voice, a great everything
I guess we’re all just
Average (Uh)
I ain’t got baggage, nah
I got it easy
So I pretend acting, tought
These bitches acting, up
So I start smacking, cops
This is like theatre, the magic 3
I rhyme acting with acting, huh?
I should start packing, up
They practically begging, stop!
'cuz at first I destroyed this beat
But now I fucked it all up
