[Verse 1: Mass Potential]

Hahah

Yea-uhh

Learn something, learn something

Uh, UH

Mass Po spit a written

So ridiculous

The Pope tryna turn me to a Saint

Like I'm Nicholas

Jehovah bystander

Can I get a witness

I'm catholic and it's Friday -

Can I get a fish stick?

Niggas start earlin' on mics

And referring to the chunks

As funk

That's a bunch of bunk

That's a bunch of nothin'

You stunting with no substance

Thanksgiving bars

Just a bunch of stuffing, uh

Your buffet style bars:

Old Country

Your old man ass raps:

No Country

Get on my song

With an awful long

Verse of absurdness?

And you're off my song

You next door neighbor flavor

Coming threw that Alpine

Downtime is spent

Fuckin' wit' them clown lines

I outshine

Cause I'm that solid marble tile

Steady glisten in the kitchen --

YOU the grout lines

Dirty bitch

And you other thirty kids

In your blood hound gang

All pushing thirty six

Or the young guns that lick

The bum-bums of dirty chicks

Crying over haters and bloggers

That girly shit

Boy, you better

Ease it up

Watch your chain

If you see 'em creepin' up

I know DC is pretty during the day

OK...

But that late night stage fright

Will freeze you up

Boys meet you, they greet you

And grease you up

Then send the Feds over to you

To clean you up

It won't me

That's gonn' strong arm you

But just don't say

That a nigga didn't warn you

Before you spend bread

On a nicer pair

Just know -- they don't care

What size you wear

PSA

For the niggas on foot

But don't think it's all good

If you in that CLK

Cause if they want it

They will chop sticks

And have your torso

Looking just like some PF Changs

That ain't me though

I just wanna say that

This ain't the credo

Just listen to the playback

I more so wanna lay

With a light brown

Girl with goals, couple dollars

And a nice smile

That loves conversation

Under white clouds

She enjoys meat

But loves gettin' wiped down

She never talk too much

She always pipe down

She can hang with the blacks

Or in a white town

She never cause a scene

Even make a slight frown

If she got a problem with me

She'll tell me RIGHT now

But then I woke up

And realized I'll

Never understand the woes

Of a real nice guy

I'll never finish last

In that "Tortoise and The Hare"

I was always confused

Who the moral's for

Cause the way that I see it

Even if The Hare snoozes

He still can't lose

If he owns the course

That's a lesson for you rowdy ass

Adolescent, messin' ass rappers

That's worried about flexing

That's wack cuz'

You'd better

Own some shit

Cause when the rap's over

Then you're over wit' it, uh

That 9 to 5

Is a crucial trap

I don't suggest it

If you ain't used to that

It's filled with scared parents

Underpaid wages

And old niggas

Claiming that they used to rap

But not me though

My raps have a strong credo

Overweight, touching kids

Like I'm Don Vito

Bam! That boy jam

Like a small Speedo

I keep cheese on my dough

Like I bought Ledo's

Out