Already woke

Unsteady bloke

Broke fo Moses

In a toke state

Skate ice nice

On a dinner date

Sinner’s plate

Filled drilled holes

And skinny babes

It’s when he bathes

That the masters put in place

God up in this should’ve stayed

All you young bastards aren’t about him

All the old heads wanna scout him

But doubt him

I don’t give a shit about nothin

I really couldn’t care less

I’m filling bars

So far

Y’all scared to death

Got knots on my chest

Got those knots on my neck

Not nothing without press

Fuck that let my rhymes tеll the rest

First fell hе ain’t best

Now I run up on the check

Now I run up on the game

Fuck y’all bitches necks

And I’m next to the fame

Bitch