I’m bout as lucky as i ever been which is unlucky
Kinda clumsy and forgetful but I never come sucky
I believe in my friends that’s why I stick with em
Keep em stuck to my side, through dumb luck and some pride

i don’t bluff or stuff the jockstrap on overblown cockrap
jocks rock to hiphop crowds yelling stop that
man the crowds dig battles like cows dig cattles
like sheep lack leaders, jack drums from the meters

you little squirt kids be fucking up my hiphop
nobody cares whose crew whose when shit talk
dick contests become crowd response sponsored
the standard concept involves handjobs in concert

(PLAYED OUT)
8/The world don’t need no more rap stars
Who get too drunk to rap and can’t count bars
never figured out how you got such an ego
you ain’t special if your single sits spinning for a second

cuz, you ain’t invented fire, you ain’t found a vaccine
you spit a hot rap on a hot 16 on a mixtape
you got vinyl little man, and can you write a song
can you leave your little city dive into the big pond

4/no no don’t stop, but you better make it good
me and k-u-n-g-a be coming to your neighborhood
and we are not about to play, although we’ve done so in the past
until we get grey hair, we’ll be kicking your ass

Chorus:
I’m like go, say whoa
I’m like stop, played out
Rewind refuse forward previews
Here comes the red hot /shit poor /dirt booze/ blues