"Boy, you sure make it sound easy. How'd you do it?"
"Practice my boy, experience."
"But I don't think I'll know what to say, what to talk about"
"Don't worry about that, just be you natural, positive old self"

Snot is gone
Swishes get twisted for different purposes
I'm murderin' verses no rehearsals, I just start merking shit
And I swear to Jesus all my songs got no reverb in it
I can't fuck with auto-tune, Nigga the feelings permenant
Bodies get disposed in the river and named an "accident"
I might eat your girls ass, after she take a laxative
I'm rolling passive, cops never bother but they be shootin' shit
Old girl, just call my new number, I guess I'm swooping in
Hit me with the text saying "Sorry, but we ain't doing it"
So I never answer your phone calls when I cruise the whip
Dbangz, never know to go and abuse a bitch
I'd use a chick, for money and pussy and steady cooling it
Sorry girl, It's money and skating that I'm attracted to
Never known to flex a blue Benjamin, like them rappers do
Relationships are trash 'cause I always fail to get back to you
I always give you shit, and you take it just like a pamper do
Please, excuse me, sorry don't let me get too emotional
I'm focused on these shows, fuck hoes I'm not approachable
Don't talk to me, except the fans I love it when you walk to me
But fuck the haters, y'all niggas really gotta hop off of me