[slug]
itand's summer, and iand'm chillin on my steps with my little crew
just like the videos, just like all the little rappers do
we voice love to the heads we know that walk past
sunshine and smilin, livin out of a shot glass
and i talk fast when it comes to girls
hey baby iand'm just a nut tryin to fuck a squirrel
maybe we could shut the world up
let some slug into your life
suddenly she hypes an eyebrow up, like
andquot;what do you mean?andquot; and i start buggin like
andquot;if i was to fallowed you home would you keep me
would you feed me, would you pet me
would i fuck you till your sleepy?andquot;
she said iand'm creepy, and walked off
too late, i already got off on the fact you even stopped
you knew iand'd treat you like an object
you knew i was a rapper, you knew it was the trend
for us rapper men to disrespect women infront of friends
nonetheless; here comes that kid sean that i used to be cool with
went to school with, now this kid is talkin fool shit
gettin supper touchy with his lips about
how i stuck his bitch supposedly
what the fuck is this supposed to be
seanand's got nuts, hes alone, iand'm wit crew
now tell me what the fuck iand'm supposed to do
i spew. look (???) makes believers of cartoons
and i happen to know your bitch sleeps in until the afternoon
honestly, my man, you donand't bother me
cause everybody bleeds, now go and ask your seed who his father be
[chorus]
iand'm like andquot;what, whatandquot; (iand'm like) andquot;what kid whatandquot;
iand'm like andquot;what, whatandquot; (iand'm like) andquot;what kid whatandquot;
iand'm like andquot;what, whatandquot; (iand'm like) andquot;what kid whatandquot;
iand'm like andquot;what, whatandquot; (iand'm like) andquot;what kid whatandquot;
[slug]
now sean kicked my ass, i ainand't gonna lie, ainand't gonna laugh
it wasnt fun, but fuck and'em, iand'ma get my gun
shit like that gets done in the world of rap
if they pushin on ya vibe, you just a pussy if it slides
so i sprint up three flights, get into the feet whipe on the door
draggin dirt and blood on the rug, and the wood floor
couldnand't believe my squad just stood there and watched
word to god, this boy tellin me to blame it on my cock
iand'm amped, and iand'ma shoot every motherfucker out there
iand'm ill, and iand'm gonna prove that shit when i get back downstairs
into the bedroom, my passion aimed at the closet
visualizing the top shelf, thats where the shoebox is
i push the top up, enough to fit my hand in
reach into the box in a frenzy, realizing that itand's empty
hand rests in the box, head festers in an open stun
then i remember, i donand't even own a gun
[chorus]
andquot;what, whatandquot; (iand'm like) andquot;what kid whatandquot;
iand'm like andquot;what, whatandquot; (iand'm like) andquot;what kid whatandquot;
iand'm like andquot;what, whatandquot; (iand'm like) andquot;what kid whatandquot;
iand'm like andquot;what, whatandquot; (iand'm like) andquot;what kid whatandquot;
iand'm like andquot;what, what, (iand'm like) andquot;what kid whatandquot;
iand'm like andquot;what, what, what kid whatandquot;
iand'm like andquot;what, what, what kid whatandquot;
iand'm like andquot;what, whatandquot; (iand'm like) andquot;what kid whatandquot;
iand'm like andquot;what, what, what, whatandquot;
[outro]
Writers never die
writers never die
writers never die
writers never die
