S.O.S.

[Verse 1]

I act like I'm that baby Brenda threw away

But I shine like I never seen a rainy day

Kinda cloudy like them diamonds that them rappers wear

Clowning like jesters that be in front of kings chairs

But they don't make a crown big enough to fit my head

My self-esteem high, see it can nest eggs

I'm sipping vodka straight, eating on fish eggs

Cashmere, and the color pastel

Used to have that crack like the liberty bell

But now I hit chicks with lips like Estelle

New SL, lights like fish eyes

Bitches say the dick good like Mickey D's French fries

Y'all never held weight, sorta like an ant thigh

Think you're doing bad? Think about Apartheid

Looked in a narc eyes, asked him why he flicked me

Said, "Brown, I had to, just look at your history"

Tried to tell the dude the truth

He still reminiscing when he used to lock me up for curfew

But I was just a young nigga staying past street lights

Kinda fascinated finding out what the streets like

Learned my lesson, for sure changed my ways

But the hook still treat me like the kid I was yesterday

[Hook]

And I'm still that nigga

We just getting started, roll another Swisher

Crack another brew, cop another fifth

These rap niggas trash and all their beats filth

I pull up on 'em, my hat on tilt

The Cutty sitting high like Shaq on stilts

Like Shaq on stilts

[Verse 2]

It's like a unidentified foreign object

How you describe Brown, simple as a clock tick

But his beats harder than a witch nipple

Crazy as a hippie with a rifle sipping ripple

Beat you with a mini bat 'til you reconsider that

That chain looking rusty dog, get rid of that

I'm a pirate with the Pyrex

Might fuck a bitch raw, Magic ain't died yet

Y'all niggas flow like cable, just the basic channel

Dough in front the fireplace, stacks to the mantel

Plead guilty to anything they offer us

Copping out like quitting police officers

But we off it, bruh, cases we forfeit

6's high, hope the 24's fit

Instigate beef and we all get torched

In the middle of the bull, like United Center half court

Blow Newport, laughing at you hoes

Hitting y'all raw like wetting Gizmo

After twelve, how can I excel

In the city where niggas don't know what's real

Uh, where they don't know what's real

Check, uh

[Hook]

And I'm still that nigga

We just getting started, roll another Swisher

Crack another brew, cop another fifth

These rap niggas trash and all their beats filth

I pull up on 'em, my hat on tilt

The Cutty sitting high like Shaq on stilts

Like Shaq on stilts