Fiji water and a box of old RaisinetsI got a real taste for dyin' but I ain't do it yetI tried to watch The Artist with my girlfriendBut instead I lost the battle with some NyquilPlaying Double Dribble with my older cousinNow I'm ballin' everyday so dude that's gotta stand for somethingBut it doesn't change the subjectMan, I'm hustlin', sandals cuttin' upMy ankles, please and thank youDemons hate you when you angelNever been to prison, but I serve a sentence(Grind in my sleep, man, my dreams need a dentist)I'm sharin' experiments with Seventh Day AdventistsAnd on the seventh day, I'mma show y'all what the event isDollar signs, bottom lineSpeak the truth and everybody gon' hate youUnless it's funnyThat's how I used to make moneyI don't roll with the old, yeah they want something from meWhy the flow so dummywhy do hoes still love me?I don't know, don't bug meOn patron or bubbly or power,Ain't nobody soberMy mama don't drink but she kill me over sodaDamn homie, man you famous like KonyMy cousin bang Camp man (my cousin bang Camp man)ATLienated myself about a monthJust enough to get, to get my rows in a duckJust enough to make a faithful man wanna fuckGirls be tweetin' me their pictures, man I gotta lookAnd most of 'em couldn't handle the panels in my comic's bookThis rapper's book, this writer's bookThey kinda shookIt's not a hook[Interlude]There's an edge to the windCutting into my skinAnd the air's like an icicleAs the night starts to fallUh, no excuses or apologiesAin't no way in hell they ain't goin say that I ain't body thisI be killing every n***a breathing bronchitis'sAin't no way in hell they ain't goin say that I ain't body thisLet 'em knowUh, no excuses or apologiesAin't no way in hell they ain't goin say that I ain't body thisI be killing every n***a breathing bronchitis'sI be killing every n***a breathing bronchitis'sLet 'em know