We sharing Sharon at the Sheraton
'Cause sharing is caring and Karen is staring at me
I know she feeling embarrassed
Grab her by the neck, say "bitch, don't ever disrespect me"
Pop the Mac-11 if your soul is feeling empty
Not so much my enemies
But more so my fans I do envy
Yuh
These hoes starting a frenzy
My dick is feeling so flimsy
I can barely keep up with a B-cup
See, I ain't bring my A game, can you keep up?
Fuck what you heard
Piss on your dirt
Put in that work
Like private-school girls in the first grade
They county-born and raised out the 305
Where hookers stick and jive with pocket knives
Win the battle lose your life
Fuck your wife in my rusty pickup truck
The same kids you hanging with, the same ones yellin' "stick 'em up"
I can resurrect you, I can pick you up
Out the mud put you on to some
Show you all the ropes
Show you how that money grow

I can show you how to fuck your bitch
I can show you how to rip that condom off your dick and smack your mama in the lip
Let the children know it's lit
Drop out of school, you know you never had that on your bucket list
I can show you which way you should go
Never listen to your parents, trust me, they don't fucking know
What's best for you like I do
You think I give a fuck about your IQ?

Your mama thinking you stupid because you bringing in F's
Giving her stress
And a couple knots in her chest
Nobody appreciates that you've been trying your best
I can show you how to give up and just hang from your neck
Your step-daddy looking for your respect
I say fuck that, dont give it to him
Fuck him and his rep, I know he getting on your nerves
Coming home drunk as fuck
Beating on you and your mama
I say, put one that in that llama and spit on him while he's sleeping
Put a needle in his veins so the police think he was tweaking
Tell your mama you was gone the whole weekend
Throw away the pistol, make sure nobody could reach it
Your life is better, ain't it?
Told you that you need me

I can show you how to be the man
I can show you how to make your body count expand
I can show you how to multiply
Your profits, your pockets, your hoes
Follow me and I promise

I can show you how to fuck your bitch
I can show you how to rip that condom off your dick and smack your mama in the lip
Let the children know it's lit
Drop out of school, you know you never had that on your bucket list
I can show you which way you should go
Never listen to your parents, trust me, they don't fucking know
What's best for you like I do
You think I give a fuck about your IQ?

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Writer(s): Kevin Pouya