All I need is the notepad Bottle of Remy I can jack down the Prozac I'm so intact so I stay sharp My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls It's a war with the enemy Writing verses can be a freestyle or something written in a week Ain't finna peak yet I just cease 'em with the free; It's like my freestyle's cleavage And my songs when they reach they official So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple It's so simple to see things from a genius perspective When my competition ain't much I ate lunch but the gluttony is running in me I'm looking at your dinner feeling like there's nothing in me It's nothing iller Them emcees don't come wit' it Like a tongue that don't find clit Go ahead jo, go ahead ho She ain't tryna go low, go head home And I don't think homes I just blank out Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out Like Ashanti Hip Hop's bounty, hunter Young'n in the Fader like laundry Hoes love me Get blown like lawn leaves And then I bounce like cars out in Long Beach A far reach from them rap dudes Yeah, them niggas spittin' while I'm dishing out a typhoon I write tunes I'm hoping that they dig it A break from what you hearing Please listen, please Please listen (Gotta get the checks) Please listen, man Please listen up Please listen, man Please listen up Please listen, man Please listen up Please listen, man Fuck it, it's Hip Hop and niggas don't give a damn Catchdubs you a motherfucker No motherfucker dug it 'til you motherfuckin' brung it to 'em Them label motherfuckers sucking every other young'n They swingin' woods like the motherfuckers nun-chucking Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never I'm on the run, keep running I should run for Kenya Do not attempt to interfere I am much better Inferior, but I'm nice I am tough leather I'm advanced like vancing? I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son I'm from the zoo where the animals ain't hands on Gorillas bite a nigga's whole damn hand off Landover niggas running round with mad warrants The feds slower than a can pouring Honey DC, man over money Pride over dough Niggas dying like it's nothing I hope that, I can be the light to 'em Some say I'm not the right dude to give light to 'em They right too 'cause They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters They wouldn't be nothing Wale the campaigner I wouldn't be famous I'd be up in footlocker The same pair of trainers Same '89 Camry that needs painting No LA'n no NY'n No more splurging on fitteds at Goliath No I'm lying I'mma always give it to 'em You don't get it now give it 'bout a year or two I need a little room They say I need growing I'm already grown Nigga I'm Greg Oden Kevin Durant you're an ant like my mother kin I goes in, this is such a cinch Shit, I use the same line, like I did again You're uncool like my mother kin See, I'm done Fuck it You're uncool like my; you get, you get it by now right? Please listen, please Please listen (Gotta get the checks) Please listen, man Please listen up Please listen, man Please listen up Please listen, man Please listen up Please listen, man Fuck it, it's Hip Hop and niggas don't give a damn Fuck it, it's Hip Hop and niggas don't give a damn