Murs and First, fuck you for asking, ‘cause you know that ain’t right
I just refuse to be plastic for these rappers I don’t like
Anger management techniques developed out of spite
Rather kill you with kindness than kill you in a fight
‘Cause they fake as fuck, and a waste of space
Besides, fists, not guns, that’s a change of pace
I been around the block, got a few dues paid
One of the few rappers left that’ll do what I say
Man I’m all about good music, people and progression
I got friends from different sections but the West is where I’m restin’
What, you tryin’a piss me off and put a end to this session?
Man, you heard this is for, c’mon, next question
One hell of a artist, but a fucking drunk
Though he did get the video crackin’, I won’t front
Yeah, offered to my lap for some head just once
And I coulda got some pussy, but I was too fucked up
No, she never said thanks, my black ass never seen her
That’s why I moved on to my new real queen
It’s my birthday fool, 316
Plus, the formula for every rap song that you sing…
Priorities man, naw, I’m kidding
I’m tryin’a build heaven while the world’s still spinnin’
This is still the beginning, still unraveling ribbon
The mission is to travel for as far as the vision
Man for all I know, that shit already passed
It’s impossible to answer that question asked
We didn’t you dumbass, go read the mag
Me and Ant did one record for beats and laughs
Well things felt wrong so we both had to move on
No love gone, everyday holds a new dawn
Family and friends make it past the front lawn
Business is done by the end of the last song
No, it’s Selena, it’s Christina, it’s Serena in my car
It’s the thick line between being a genius and a star
Man, fuck that shit I’m just sittin’ at the bar
Writing these hits about self-inflicted scars
From the music, to the bus, to the stage, to the groupies
I’m the same as I was back when nobody knew me
She’s the extra that gets to play the devil in my movies
She’s around, uptown, sipping a beer smoothie
