Yeah
Yeah, yeah

Grandma always told me not to worry
Keep your weapons sharp, practice fighting after dark
Not to rush and don't you hurry
Smile when the rain come 'cause the pain gets buried
And ain't no girl good enough for you until you thirty
So, make that money, son
I know we come from humble means
Tore up jeans, dusty shacks, lima beans
See the world gon' need a double dose of you, show you true
Kiss her cheek, hit the door
Make 'em scream, Monsters Inc
See I done came a long way from a sheet in a closet with a beat
Ceiling pockets with a leak
And tryna get this off me by the middle of the week
I hear 'em talking shit but they ain't talking to me, so discrete
They say I got a anger problem, I got a thinking problem
I try to solve it often but nada
Motivation, I mixed that with some pussy and some vodka
Destinations, I spin the globe and tell you pick a spot-a
You faker than them Pradas, I take it you's a scholar
Yo' life been a whole role that you picked up from Shottas
You selling that, oh no, I got that pookie product
So the next time that you blow my dick be sure to use bravado
My bad I know my accent, hard for you to swallow
But your girlfriend she do fine, man man she blow my mind
And since I'm from Atlanta expectations start to pile up
Of me pushing some Impala, clubbing weekly 'til I fall out
But ma'am I don't do that shit
And on my route to Bentley coupes I shift through that shit
These niggas threw me for a loop I brought the drum pad in
Now I'm sitting up front
I can't quit laughing and steady blunt passing

Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it
Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets
Life is full of bullshit, you should press record then
Keep the script up off the table, they gon' try to spoil it

Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it
Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets
Life is full of bullshit, you should press record then
Keep the script up off the table, niggas tryna spoil it

Uh, whole fucking generation is abortion survivors
Porn-oriented minds that was born in the 90's
Filled to the brim with testosterone and lightning
But I supposed the critics still gon' manage to deny it
Fuck it, I don't trip, they ass lick and sniff they upper lip
That's probably why them fuckers struggle recognizing real shit
Hey, mister, where you headed?
I'm just tryna pay these bills, kid
And find a bitch that think I'm fucking good enough to live with
Though, shacking up is not an option for me
Unless I got the option to leave
I guess I'm paradoxing and the problem could be possibly me
I earned my doctorate in knocking daddy's girls to they knees
I guess, I'm just another American embarrassment
With a freak bitch giggling tryna' tongue-twist a cherry stem
B.O.B. is cool but Doc and Venus, yeah, we scared of them
'Cause they might drop the truth on these niggas without preparing them
Like mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble, beg ya pardon?
General reaction whenever the doctor's talking
At a crux house party standing 'round feeling awkward
We just posted on the wall, forever the underdogs
I thought it was rather odd when she sucked my cock and balls
She kept the semen in her mouth and spit it in a jar, ugh
Save it for a rainy day, I guess
Unless the forecast claim the clouds will come tomorrow
How 'bout it?

Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it
Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets
Life is full of bullshit, you should press record then
Keep the script up off the table, they gon' try to spoil it

Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it
Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets
Life is full of bullshit, you should press record then
Keep the script up off the table, niggas tryna spoil it

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Eian Undrai Parker, Olu O. Fann