[Verse 1: Earl]
My grandmaís passiní
But Iím too busy tryiní
To get this fuckiní album crackiní to see her
So I apologize in advance if anything should happen
And my priorities fucked up, I know it
And Iím afraid Iím gonna blow it
And all them expectations raising
Because daddy was a poet, right?
Talk all you want Iím takiní no advice
Nigga, Iím about to relish in this anguish
Iím stressiní over payment
So donít tell me that I made it
Only relatively famous in the midst of a tornado
Misfitted, Iím Clark Gable, Iím not stable
Abrasive as fuck and they all pay me
Iím chuckliní, cross-faded in public
Heart raciní so blood is leaked
Like I donít give a fuck again, right?
[Verse 2: Vince]
I donít fuck with too much of yíallís shit
Judging by the pants and the mall grip
Gully, in the vans with the dark tints
Of a start-shit type nigga
Night life liviní
Ridiní in the jeep, Iímma side-swipe niggas
Whatís your life like? Itís aiight nigga
Hammer in the left, Freddie whatís the price of it?
Ridiní with the whip and I ainít got the license for it
Jillís got em livin like my life is golden
Sittiní on my sofa feeling high and dormant
If we could smoke another one, while Mike records it
Pass it to you, what the fuck you stariní at?
Acting like youíve never seen a piece of scared cat
Bars hotter than the blocks we be at
Stunt on these niggas, they flop like Divac
See that nigga?
For the time being, see that nigga?
For the time being, Iímma be that nigga
Believe that nigga, you see that nigga?
For the time being Iímma be that nigga
Believe that, nigga