[Hook]

(Some of these days)

I wanna bust some heads

(Some of these days)

I'd rather lie in the bed

(Some of these days)

Im out tryna get love

(Some of these days)

I'm just up in the strip club

(Some of these days)

I feel like crying

(Some of these days)

I feel like dying

(Some of these days)

MAA---N!

(Some of these days)

Woooo, thank you very much now...

(Some of these days)

[Verse 1]

I wanna spaz out

Throw a brick through a sucker ass nigga glasshouse

- But yo -

I know the time coming

Child support gonna bust in and try to find something

- But no! -

My baby momma just don't understand

I ain't rich bitch it's just an advance - but she know

She better off with some of these niggas

Whose baby dads don't even care for these kids

I don't kick it wit cowards, this my career you just rap in the shower

You ain't stackin on power, he ain't saggin' the powder

You ain't ready to ride, get your ass out that impala... Holla!

I'm on my grind, be back in an hour

I'm like a bully up in the class, whose waiting for a chance to whoop yo ass, but then again

I used to get teased, kids said they acting white because they could read, but then again

(Some of these days)

Ain't no benefit, 'fest can not lose cause he get ignorant

I ain't innocent, Jesus walked me to the Grammys

Thank you God, now I can sin again!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I feel like Puff Daddy lied, cause I ain't vote and I ain't die

I ain't a hypocrite, I hate rap music, I just love my shit

Kanye, Common, Twista, that's it

But then again, I kinda like Eminem, he be funny and dissin'

I bought his record, it's a one time listen

But man, some of these days I'm po' black and I be ready to blast

'Till I see a white girl with a black girl ass

I wanna take that white girl give her a black girl mask

But if I get a dark Italian girl, it just might pass -

(Some of these days)

I wish I wasn't good at rhyming

Cause then my dumb ass would go dining

But until that time arrive I won't play thug

This ain't hate this is tough love

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I feel like a rockstar

Seeing the world from the backseat of a cop's car

But still -

(Some of these days)

I feel like a porn star two ladies in the navi tryin to play with my onstar

And still -

(Some of these days)

I wanna shun critics like bitch give me my three mics and just be done with it for real

(Some of these days)

I'm feelin' like (some of these) police is so obese

Always eatin' fast food, sugary snacks, the pounds they pullin'

Can't run so they chase niggas down with bullets

Helicopters, canines, through bushes and trees

For a .38 revolver and a bag of weed?

Officer please - I know my seatbelt's unfastened

You just clocked in now you lookin' for action

But here's a suggestion, I know you ain't askin' -

There's a man over there with a gun and a mask

Comin' out of the back, with the money and bag -

I guess the real criminal be the one with the badge

- But hey yo -