Like, C.N.Fear, Mr. Frost, we kinda like laid back And some clean-ass rap, bustin' the sack My head's up, ain't no display *** Drake, and I ain't gotta get big, no I'm so dirty, be dirty Get the ***, but I gotta get Cleaned up, I'm callin' for tape *** this, what you puttin'? Back in the days, I'm on the city Now, loud for me to get the record done There's a lil' season, a beat for me to move I was kinda complicated Now that I'm comin' around I'm playin' out the beat Now, this is my favorite song One day, one day, when the sun is in the sky It's never too late for a change That's what I wanna try Now, put that *** in the hood I just, I just, I just I just, I just, I just *** this, this, this, this, this I might just run you over, this, this This one ain't really, really for me It just, it just, this, this, this It's for me My little girl, with a band No question, I'm just, I just Now, that, that, that That's my pop, that's my pop Well, it's bad luck, that's what I tell her Shoot a gun, and I told her Shoot a gun, shoot a gun, she gonna gun They ain't drippin' out I don't know, I don't know what they want Motherfuckers let me spit, no, I say, huh? Motherfuckers let her just knock themselves In my cell, my cell, my cell Motherfuckers spit on the mail And I'ma leave them Please don't call on me Motherfuckers runnin' to the bank Yeah, I'm lookin' at your mouth Now, I'ma give you a simple question There's a little secret, a secret Please don't call on me I would rather talk to you Than tell the truth I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad I'm mad