Minus the Bullshit

Minus the bullshit Minus the bullshit Woah, woah, woah, minus the bullshit Oh, minus the bullshit Minus the bull— Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Minus the bull— Never thought I'd be Sitting here, penning many memories Synchronisity, uh, as the swimmers be Here with my brother from the city where it's windy Yeah, coincidentally, I'm never shy about the moves made Boom-bappin' with a briefcase Corporate hustle, sneak rhymin' on my lunch break Treble clef tats Wall-to-wall traffic, yeah, it's back to the rat race Raps in the Jansport Drove way to Porter Ranch, janky aux cord For a chance to record Spittin' pain at the people transform into stamps on your passport What more can a girl with ambition really ask for? 'Specially when they carin' about your story and pay you cash for it 'Cause I was chillin' up at Kenneth Hahn Thinkin' 'bout how we really did it, huh See, we already won To all my rellies, I'm sendin' you love Product of the village and pillars that's buildin' me up Layer by layer There's proof in every pudding flavor and power and prayer I did a lot of snake charmin' and lot of landscapin' But it seems to be diviniely orchestrated No matter how you add it up, it's great ain't it? Aight Woah, woah, woah, minus the bullshit