Brief Message

Facing my plate been a problem causing me nausea

I won't swallow the truth if honestly bothered

You call it bitching I chalk it up to my appetite

I think a lot I oughta speak my heart and keep it light

Despite of it being heavy and pretty messy to talk upon

When its obvious I ain't willing and ready

I still reflect in my mirror often to face friends

Changing to snakes and nearly vomited nigga

I'm clearly not in the blame if assessing the bigger picture

But let me cut to the chase

I'm not about to be bitter my crowns waiting the real was destined to reign

The second I got my head out the clouds and said my place on the ground

Heavens above and for now I just ain't allowed

I gotta handle my business and make my family proud (What what)

And make my family proud (Mutant shit nigga yo yo)

Ain't no way I'm giving up now

I talk shit like I flick lights accurately naturally

G solid murder like a my god

My tiny teenagers open Pandora's box smoking spice after school

Them niggas was off a lot Generation melting pots

Golden hot niggas still tryna out rap me I'm tryna smoke

I heard all yo bitches got bad feet

I'm on a boat fuck humble my opinions gon speak

You prolly choke when hot

Alvin and the chipmunks I sing through yo bitch stunts

They told me in the shit once I ran with it roll dice adjusted fitted know yo limits

How you claim you with it we ain't never seen you in a civic

Let me take credentials and instrumentals with a godly stencil

You slanging verses out the trunk for skittles

I'm out to get rich for penning riddles and put my city on the map

You know the Snapple facts supreme

Like a piece of golden gnomes hitting the cabbage patch

(Uh haha)