Verse 1 - Clip275
I just gotta sit & write about it
Dip my pen in the ink & i'm bout it
Let em know when i roll im an outie
Outcast, 4 O's for my crew, that's an Audi
Long gra** what it do big b**bs in the lobby
Bong pa** from my dude named Bobby
Songs last like my last name, ash in the rap game, wild with my campaign, wildy
E coyote, n***a
Owe me n***a
Say you stunt hard, then show me n***a
Got a couple stacks i could flas in your face
Then i got a couple more in a vault, in a safe
Ole, tryna get a Role'
For my guttah homies
Bet im livin ok, naw im far from that, livin baked all day in housing
Get paid everyday in thousands
Shoutout to my n***a Renegade, 1000
Head chef make a n***a head rest, f** around n get left in the cut, wasabi?
Sushi on the side with a lil Unagi
Write about it dawg, we so about it dawg
Let it circulate until the labels call
The only thing i gotta say "im too paid for yall"
Hook:
All my life i been a rider
Writer, rider, writer
Expensive clothes & cars & diamonds..
Verse 2 - Dead Chef
This poetry from a problem child
From a problem home, even though im grown its problem now
Oh well
I may have broken a couple mirrors in my childhood
So in every mirror i look i got my middle fingers up saying im good
Cuz im great, i tell myself that everyday
Cuz working like a slave is better than being in a grave
Im tryna integrate, its good music & expensive taste
Man you late
Listening to wu tang while i get soufled all bout my creme brule
Call me lui kang the way i kick it
Always goin hard up in the paint lil dank
Chef u sing? chef u insane
Im dancing on the beat, bet your girl wanna dance on me
Thats on E, but it wasn't me that slipped it in her drink
You can blame mainstream & society, plz
Hook