Fuck Your Ringtone Dog

[Intro]

Wreckineyez! Boyder!

Yo, Brain Bang

You better recognize

[Verse]

All this shit about titties just isn't enough

I need to speak on something witty, or some shit with some substance

I sit at home thinking 'bout how I would run things

But when it comes to rapping I just wanna give up

I'm frustrated as fuck, I wanna make 'em go nuts

I wanna say something silly, when I say it they bug

Then rewinding back, a million ain't even enough

They need to listen while they pissing or they eating they lunch

I've been eating a bunch, I've been eating at brunch

Four Seasons with a Stephen telling me that I'm done

Cause I drink to much, and I smoke too much

And only wrote one song in the last twelve months

I'm like, "What? Yo, that shit ain't true"

Then I use an excuse about my planets aren't aligned with my moon

I just need a little time to rectify my mood

Honestly it's the vibes from the side of the room

Well, it's kind of the truth

I try to be loose and let it ride when I slide in the booth

But it's all bullshit, they only need one song

That their boss calls a hit, cause the kids sing along (Tell me what you want)

So I'm with Q-Tip at the Vevo launch sayin'

"This is some shit, where did we go wrong?"

Fuck your ringtones, dog, put it on vibrate

I was fine till your phone played Black Eyed Peas (I got a feelin')

I was high off my in-store best by date

I was fired from Best Buy 2-thou-8

What's that say about me? I was sellin' CDs

Now I'm sellin' CDs, I'm a stellar emcee

I've developed a freak type fetish with a beat

History rewriting whenever I speak

Wherever I be, I'm there with my team

HBTV, Brain Bang, Hypebeast

And we still down with sorority games

Now a days it just seems my priorities changed

Life's more to me man, more important than fame

I can't afford being 40 and just pouring a drink

Talking 'bout how I would've been, or should've been big

Now I'm on the front porch and I'm smoking a cig

Talking to a girl around the age of 18

Like I was your age, I was living the dream

I had seven girlfriends with Brazilian butts

And a house, and a whip, and a million bucks

But now I'm a drunk, dumb looking for fun

How I wish I didn't love college so much (I love college)

Now I wish I would've put knowledge above

Everything else except God, shit, and love

So good thing I realized this before

I'm a poor 24 with a date in court

For my third divorce and my child support

That's remained unpaid since I went on tour

Now I'm sure all I need in this world is free

Except tickets to the Knicks and an eighth of weed