[Intro]

Now if any of you sons of bitches got anything else to say, now's the fucking time!

You know at, at times I wanna be real, real positive

When I feel real negative, you know

I just wanna be on the grind

I am on the grind, what the fuck you doing

[Verse 1]

Is it difficult to ship a boat

Is a ship a boat

Bringing in shipments

Odd Future equipment

Check my statistics

Wipe off your lipstick

Lips around this dick

Money make all the hoes swallow

And money move the crowd and make the crowd follow

Money translates from English to Tagalog

Strutting life's runway you coked up model

Niggas like flossing until they floss you

Busy eating got you feeding burrito with salsa

The problem that I have with me is me

Where I go I'm being watched like channel Disney

Boomerang motive of a frisbee

Once he's going he's not coming back is he, nah

[Verse 2]

I get to the point, absolutely pissed

Cut you off like a hand, absolutely missed

Can't shake it, the pain can't fake it

Life and love is like food, you eat it how you make it

Sound like I'm saying the same shit you don't understand

Love in my right feet and you the other hand

My cap snaps back like black rubberbands

The fact that I'm black and I rap brother man

Put me above the ladder, steppin' on bladders

Fuck family matters

I'm a bad black caffer

Plus I'm a bastard, where's my male figure

I might as well look up to the white male pale nigga

Grape to the wine-side

Eyes to my blindside

No emotions, my feelings are dime-wide

I'm on some new shit, some true shit

While others play Brittany Murphy in Clueless