Bronchitis

[Verse]

Fiji water and a box of old Raisinets

I got a real taste for dyin' but I ain't do it yet

I tried to watch The Artist with my girlfriend

But instead, I lost the battle with some Nyquil

Playing Double Dribble with my older cousin

Now I'm ballin' every day so dude that's gotta stand for something

But it doesn't change the subject

Man, I'm hustlin', sandals cuttin' up

My ankles, please and thank you

Demons hate you when you angel

Never been to prison, but I serve a sentence

Grind—grind, when you—

I'm sharin' experiments with Seventh Day Adventists

And on the seventh day, I'mma show y'all what the event is

Dollar signs, bottom line

Speak the truth and everybody gon' hate you

Unless it's funny

That's how I used to make money

I don't roll with the old, yeah they want something from me

Why the flow so dummy, why do hoes still love me?

I don't know, don't bug me

On patron or bubbly or power, old culture

Ain't nobody sober

My mama don't drink but she kill me over soda

Damn homie, man you famous like Kony

My cousin bang Camp man (my cousin bang Camp man)

ATLienated myself about a month

Just enough to get, to get my rows in a duck

Just enough to make a faithful man wanna fuck

Girls be tweetin' me their pictures, man I gotta look

And most of 'em couldn't handle the panels in my comic's book

This rapper's book, this writer's book

They kinda shook, it's not a hook

They kinda shook, it's not a hook

[Interlude]

There's an edge to the wind

Cutting into my skin

And the air's like an icicle

As the night starts to fall

[Outro]

Uh, no excuses or apologies

Ain’t no way in hell they ain’t gon' say that I ain't body this

I be killing every nigga breathing bronchitis's

Ain’t no way in hell they ain’t gon' say that I ain't body this

Let ‘em know

Uh, no excuses or apologies

Ain’t no way in hell they ain’t gon' say that I ain't body this

I be killing every nigga breathing bronchitis's

I be killing every nigga breathing bronchitis's

Let 'em know