[verse 1]
You can call me douche bag im'a call you !@$)got
took rapping from a hobby to an everyday habit

lyrically high beats made me an addict
Shakespeare flow without music life would be tragic
i used to be left out now i got my right in

keep people jammin' other rappers unexcitin'
off the radar being searched for like Kony
people say they love me and they dont even know me

random girls sayin that they wanna text
friends askin what im about to drop next
fridge filled with subway cause i gotta stay fresh

plus i always work out cause i gotta have finesse
dressed to impress homie check my progress
pray for success and hope i never regress

yes I must confess that i can care less when haters talk mess
say anything i want like freedom of the press


[chorus]
I got my black shades on, smokin' 'til it's numb
Head to the sky, feelin' so on

No morals, no no morals
No morals, got got no morals
I the the black J's on, dancin' to my song

Lookin' so fly and im feelin' so gone
No morals, no no morals
No morals, got got no morals


[verse 2]
Smokin all this green I aint got morals

worship Mary Jane like Catholics do St. Charles
doing all these things i never thought i would
%#@! a year ago i never even thought i could

smokin on some good
burnin like some wood
higher than a kite feelin like i should

keep puttin out work lookin for recognition
as a musician my posistion is to transition
my words and work a trick like a magician

no disposition try n catch my composition
and feel my inhibition
pitch my aquisition while u (*##$in'

use ink as my ammunition, and observe what yall ditchin'
i've shed a few tears been at this a few years
need to slow down and switch a few gears

spinnin fast like the blades on a heli
do what i want so therees little u can tell me