[Talking]

Wide wide world but as narrow as the coins in your hand

Like a tethered goat, so far and no farther

[Rapping]

Broke as fuck. Don't got a dollar

Kill the chicken, choke a duck with a gold-plated collar

Metaphorically, the cents I'm making is nada

The devil wears prada while Jesus shops at thrift stores

Sift whores from who'll do a little to a bit more

Been sure that I'd tell the saddest truths since Gore

All I'm saying keep it real, G

If I'm so dope, how the fuck do I deal me?

Seal Team 6 better fucking come and kill me

Then I can make the whole country go giddy

Fake my death; Machiavelli. Change my name; J. Diddy

Marky Mark entourage; get my friends to come with me

To advertise my white lies and get the girls to dig me

While I try to dig 'em out. Honey Smacks her lips, opens mouth;

Cereal killing. Whipping backs like the South

Crackerjack boxing bouts

In rings for diamonds, prizes, and likewise the clout

If despised, “Bring 'em out, bring 'em out.”

Realize: wise guys'll wanna shout. No doubt, no diggity they pout

But what am I about if not being hated?

Been dealing with faggots since the first day I skated

Boarding saved me twice now I’m getting elevated

Hoping talent will suffice on the day I am rated

Oh. "Has he made it?"

But really who's to judge if no one’s ever played it?

MIDI-medicated. Hip-Hop holistics

Listen to discjocks count stocks and statistics

Try to hunt money without losing your instincts

Feebs think I’m funny when the ship they’re failing in sinks

Life is so muddy and the bullshit stinks

Think I'll grab a buddy and hold up a Brinks truck

Since, what? I'm a 21-year-old darkie my life's been fucked?

A degree does not equal a job so this been sucked

I'm a community college communist with my chin tucked

Under a bandana. Occupy to get my dick sucked

Activity activists actively act upon is actually

Whatever bevy of Beverlies willing to lick the D for free

I am drawing words on a canvas only you can see

Writing images, the messages that I release

Revive the piece of mind looking for peace

Call me Reese, cuz buttercup, I may be sweet

But soon you'll be asking, "Yo, who made this beat?"

Okey-dokey, Oakeley makes it hot in these streets

Now I just gotta cool off these fans in heat

How? I guess I'll skeet for miles. “That's foul." Jk

I'm past wild. Smoke a gram of AK and Mow Wow

And spray every Hawaiian Island cuz I like the sound of it

Pew pew! Pow pow!

I've been dope since right now, and right now

And right now and quite a while before this

Fight me over style and your ego may forfeit

Blow the mind off a drunk ass with four fifths

Of my talent. It’s apparent the only thing rappers

And I have in common is we can afford this