[Verse 1]
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' everyday 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 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
I'm 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)
ATLien made it myself about a month
Just enough to get, to get my rows in a duck

Just enough to make a faithful man wanna $#&@
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


[Interlude]


[Hook 2x]
I be killin' every ^!$$% with bronchitises