Burgundy

"What's up, nigga?

Why you so depressed and sad all the time like a little bitch?

What's the problem, man?

Niggas want to hear you rap

Don't nobody care about how you feel, we want raps, nigga"

Grandma's passing

But I'm too busy tryna get this fuckin' album cracking to see her

So I apologize in advance if anything should happen

And my priorities fucked up, I know it, I'm afraid I'm going to blow it

And when them expectations raising because daddy was a poet, right?

Talk all you want I'm taking no advice

Nigga, I'm 'bout to relish in this anguish

And I'm stressing over payment, so don't tell me that I made it

Only relatively famous in the midst of a tornado

Misfitted, I'm Clark Gable, I'm not stable, abrasive as fuck

And they all pay me, I'm chuckling, cross-faded in public

Heart racing 'til blunt is lit like, "He don't give a fuck again, right?"

"Hey Thebe, nigga, what's up nigga?

I heard you back, I need them raps, nigga

I need the verse, I don't care about what you going through

Or what you gotta do nigga, I need bars, sixteen of 'em"

I don't fuck with too much of y'all's shit

Judging by the pants and the mall grip

Gully, in the vans with the dark tints

I'm a start-shit type nigga, night life living

Riding in the Jeep, I'mma side-swipe niggas

What's your life like? That's aight nigga

Hammer in the left ready when the price isn't

Right got the whip and I ain't got the license for it

And Jill got me living like my life is golden

Sitting on the sofa feeling high and dormant

If we could smoke another while the mic records it

The nicest doin' it, what the fuck you staring at?

Acting like you've never seen a tooth that's carat-capped

Bars hotter than the blocks where we be at

Stuntin' these niggas gon' flop like Divac

See that nigga? And for the time being

I'mma be that nigga, believe that nigga

You see that nigga? And for the time being

I'mma be that nigga, believe that, nigga