[Verse 1:]
I wish a mother$#&@er the best of a lucka
Suckers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and $#&@ing pucker

I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern Louie the Slugger
Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble
Hug your mother, don't lie to your brother

You know Yela's trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles
Alabama's elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat
Underneath the concrete like a street plumber

Give me the bucks from in the trees hundreds of leaves
Cover the? sleeves I got it, believe it momma
Corny mother$#&@ers we shuck em

And animals, we stuff em, a cannibal, he's bluffing nah
Woke up in the morning with a $#&@ing pen and a pistol
I put one to the paper, I put one to my fears

Stuck up a shop with the pen then I shot up my notebook
I'm reading bullet holes, I wish I $#&@ing would


[Chorus:]
I wish a mother$#&@er would tell me that I ain't hip hop
(*##$ you ain't hip hop

I wish a mother$#&@er would tell me that my %#@! gonna flop
(*##$ your %#@! %#@! gonna flop
I wish a mother$#&@er would tell me that I ain't hip hop

(*##$ you ain't hip hop
I wish a mother$#&@er would
I wish a mother$#&@er would


[Verse 2:]
Hello all my fellow crooks as I let the cigarello cook

I'm kool-aid, I got that ghetto hook
I got a white (*##$ who said she went to Pebblebrook
Graduated in '03 and love Yelawolf

I got more numbers than a yellow book
And I took more shots than Carmello took
So I'm used to being an underdog

Send my goons to come $$#ault every last one of y'all
No wonder all they brawl take their pajamas off
Look up? whenever I want to call

I'm a convict but I don't wear orange
I'm so raw, catch me in my rare form
I been fly, my momma gave birth to me on a plane

^!$$% so I guess you could say I'm airborne
I'm running my city getting my mayor on
Stay on my grizzly, you know I bear arms


[Chorus:]
I wish a mother$#&@er would try to run up on me, I keep that clip @@#!ed

I wish a mother$#&@er would tell that ain't kush that's in my zip look
I wish a mother$#&@er would tell me I ain't hip hop, (*##$ my %#@! hot
I wish a mother$#&@er would

I wish a mother$#&@er would

[Verse 3:]

Au contraire mon frere one pure pain giver
Don't ingest this, it might cause corrosion of the liver
Yeah toxic, dropkick opponents on arrival

This ain't hip hop, this is the manual to survival
Take notes fake folks, imitators and lovers
A true to life Jesus risen up from the gutter

I'm awesome, different from the rest of you rappers
And that's real %#@!, Pill spits exactly what happened
This is chemistry?

Please explain the vivid scenes of what occurred on streets
And I doubt if you know what it really means
Cultural differences divide us and our nemesis

When music is the food for living I think we all forgetting this
Born into poverty, hard torn obviously
That ain't going so we trying to figure out how to eat

Older brother hustling, momma working overtime
Now I'm standing in the kitchen whipping bank it's soda time


[Chorus:]
I wish a mother$#&@er would tell me this ain't straight drop yams fresh out the pot
I wish a mother$#&@er would tell me this ain't a trout spot serving it to a block

I wish a mother$#&@er would tell me this ain't a yam shop, come and order your rocks
I wish a mother$#&@er would
I wish a mother$#&@er would