Verse 1 - Clip275

I just gotta sit & write about it

Dip my pen in the ink & i'm bout it

Let em know when i roll im an outie

Outcast, 4 O's for my crew, that's an Audi

Long grass what it do big boobs in the lobby

Bong pass from my dude named Bobby

Songs last like my last name, ash in the rap game, wild with my campaign, wildy

E coyote, nigga

Owe me nigga

Say you stunt hard, then show me nigga

Got a couple stacks i could flas in your face

Then i got a couple more in a vault, in a safe

Ole, tryna get a Role'

For my guttah homies

Bet im livin ok, naw im far from that, livin baked all day in housing

Get paid everyday in thousands

Shoutout to my nigga Renegade, 1000

Head chef make a nigga head rest, fuck around n get left in the cut, wasabi?

Sushi on the side with a lil Unagi

Write about it dawg, we so about it dawg

Let it circulate until the labels call

The only thing i gotta say "im too paid for yall"

Hook:

All my life i been a rider

Writer, rider, writer

Expensive clothes & cars & diamonds..

Verse 2 - Dead Chef

This poetry from a problem child

From a problem home, even though im grown its problem now

Oh well

I may have broken a couple mirrors in my childhood

So in every mirror i look i got my middle fingers up saying im good

Cuz im great, i tell myself that everyday

Cuz working like a slave is better than being in a grave

Im tryna integrate, its good music & expensive taste

Man you late

Listening to wu tang while i get soufled all bout my creme brule

Call me lui kang the way i kick it

Always goin hard up in the paint lil dank

Chef u sing? chef u insane

Im dancing on the beat, bet your girl wanna dance on me

Thats on E, but it wasn't me that slipped it in her drink

You can blame mainstream & society, plz

Hook