Just a big boy
With a big bike
And a big b****
With the big tike
Got my lips poked
'Coz I sip life
Tell me when to go; gotta get this right
When I'm feelin' old 'cos it look just like
Limpin' demention as if
As an infant
I'm distant, yet instant
Simultaneously, explain this to me
Maybe it's famous to be or
Maybe that ain't what we'll see
Pick somethin', stick somethin' in it
With the engine runnin'
One hundred, two hundred,
Three hundred miles on an empty stomach
I'm on it, been on it,
Y'all just ain't in on it
Yet shown that bits on the fence
Of the wrong home
The fits fixed a rit fits,
So hints, I'm exempt goin'
p**** in my lap
Bird in the sack
Fur in my cap
Fur, fur in my cap
Exactly gone in dat me
Whether that be at a track meet
Or actually right here in back of me
If y'all catchin' the beat, then I'm glad to be
Leaving a thing called happening
But naturally there ain't happily-
Ever-after might last a week
In fact it seems too fast to be,
Bad to me, that could mean
One or two screws unfastening
That's blasphemy or fascinating,
Depending on how I go about debating
And stands with out sayin', since I was finna,
Not to be biased or the slightest in the middle
But if I ain't talkin bout' shootin things you can think
I was shootin blanks so I sank in the little yellin'
p**** in my lap
Bird in the sack
Fur in my cap
Fur, fur in my cap
I'm tryin' to told you
But y'all is getting older
And getting closer to never getting over
While I keep on getting swoh-ler
Pretty soon I'll leave this boulder
By boasting my boldest blues
To boost me into an orbit,
Origin: the course of the future
As an institution of proven truth
Or at least its ruins
Until I ruin you,
That's a**uming that my seam's undoin'
And while it seems unhuman
I do intend to pursue this end
As a means of tuning and through the lens
Of the newest trends
And I got that latest, latest
Tasteless made in my homeboy basement
With an 808 bass kick to fade
The whip and the shades of makeup
For the sake of making a face
With a blanket statement in place
Of a major facelift. In layman's terms
Let's just learn by saying
p**** in my lap
Bird in the sack
Fur in my cap
Fur, fur in my cap
With a big bike
And a big b****
With the big tike
Got my lips poked
'Coz I sip life
Tell me when to go; gotta get this right
When I'm feelin' old 'cos it look just like
Limpin' demention as if
As an infant
I'm distant, yet instant
Simultaneously, explain this to me
Maybe it's famous to be or
Maybe that ain't what we'll see
Pick somethin', stick somethin' in it
With the engine runnin'
One hundred, two hundred,
Three hundred miles on an empty stomach
I'm on it, been on it,
Y'all just ain't in on it
Yet shown that bits on the fence
Of the wrong home
The fits fixed a rit fits,
So hints, I'm exempt goin'
p**** in my lap
Bird in the sack
Fur in my cap
Fur, fur in my cap
Exactly gone in dat me
Whether that be at a track meet
Or actually right here in back of me
If y'all catchin' the beat, then I'm glad to be
Leaving a thing called happening
But naturally there ain't happily-
Ever-after might last a week
In fact it seems too fast to be,
Bad to me, that could mean
One or two screws unfastening
That's blasphemy or fascinating,
Depending on how I go about debating
And stands with out sayin', since I was finna,
Not to be biased or the slightest in the middle
But if I ain't talkin bout' shootin things you can think
I was shootin blanks so I sank in the little yellin'
p**** in my lap
Bird in the sack
Fur in my cap
Fur, fur in my cap
I'm tryin' to told you
But y'all is getting older
And getting closer to never getting over
While I keep on getting swoh-ler
Pretty soon I'll leave this boulder
By boasting my boldest blues
To boost me into an orbit,
Origin: the course of the future
As an institution of proven truth
Or at least its ruins
Until I ruin you,
That's a**uming that my seam's undoin'
And while it seems unhuman
I do intend to pursue this end
As a means of tuning and through the lens
Of the newest trends
And I got that latest, latest
Tasteless made in my homeboy basement
With an 808 bass kick to fade
The whip and the shades of makeup
For the sake of making a face
With a blanket statement in place
Of a major facelift. In layman's terms
Let's just learn by saying
p**** in my lap
Bird in the sack
Fur in my cap
Fur, fur in my cap