[Verse 1: EL]
I hate the press, don't ask me shit ni**a, do I look like a rich ni**a, I'm just trying to get Rich ni**a, bank account with 6 figures that's the shit we dream about and all that hating leave it out I'm sitting on butt and beavis couch laughing at this rap shit
I ain't got to make no tactics I ain't gotta fucking practice my flow on point like cactus
Every since a little rascal
Use to stuff my face with tobacco
Leaning like a broken axle, they like drop that shit you asshole my princess left my castle
Now I'm stuck in this fucking rain though ain't got rain boots or a rain coat my emotions leak like draino, because everyday is the same oh, the same oh shit since 93, still trying to assemble a dynasty
And all these motherfuckers keep reminding me about this rap game don't smoke blunts they give me back pains I'm in the fast lane trying to turn my car to a airplane I'm back mane, stay away from me one day I pray to see
My mom with a big crib god please don't take that away from me

And I know you see me right now
Cause I got so much shit to right down

I've been down and outx3