[Verse 1:]

You know that saying bars for days well I'm starting to do that

I like my blunts with a lot of weed and really fat

Man shit what am I talking about I don't even smoke

It's like everything I do seems to be a joke

Well not anymore, that was the last straw

I won this game and you lost there's no draw

And no do-overs man this shit is finished

I get beefed up with rhymes like Popeye and spinach

Except I'm real this ain't no cartoon

I need a bucket when I rhyme, get me a spittoon

This is what I wanna do with my life is rap

Like every tree wished it had a produce like sap

Most rappers say they don't want the money I'll take their share

Don't need to waste it, I think that sounds pretty fair

Bitch these pages are minute maid like lemonade

But my words quench your thirst sorta like Gatorade

I'm cooking shit up in the lab with my pencil

While other bitches try to trace my style like a stencil

When I get alone time I start thinking

Like Michael Scofield trying to help Lincoln

A rapping adept with the objective to murder a mic

And have my own TV show like Richard Van Dyke

I keep getting distracted I gotta focus

So I can summon my strength like a swarm of locusts

Eight hours of sleep in over three days

I got some nasty habits and some very bad ways

You're as crooked as scoliosis get a straight jacket

I'm worth a lot of money like Venus's tennis racket