Verse 1:
My Uzi weighs a ton kid, it ain't a gun kid
I don't care about your funds, or where you're from kid
I was young manufacturing potato cannons
Grill sparking hair spray - a tough luck baron
Sold bones to those who’s prose radiated
Scratch ticket wits rich, always underrated
Coffee-stained brains change range
You gotta calibrate your scope, don’t be a dope
The game’s changed
I invented shit, kid I got a patent
Mostly I been drinking like I’m Charley Patton
Doing anything, for anything to f@#$ing happen
Keep your Benson & Hedges, kid I rock the Mavericks
Clutching mics on a barstool
Looking like a fool with something to prove
Drunk rap Marc Maron
Kid Sweeps got vermouth money
Now its time for Bill Grease to creep freaks
And smooth honeys
Hook:
Chuck Brown said give me the bridge
Keep it cold, like your rhymes out the fridge
Keep it in the pocket
Off the cuff smug hype shit plugged into sockets
Got the dope? Kid, try to cop it
Chuck Brown said give me the bridge
Keep it cold, like your rhymes out the fridge
Keep it in the pocket
Off the cuff smug hype shit plugged into sockets
Got the dope? Kid, try to cop it
Verse 2:
My rhyme shines like a dime, kid
Copper and nickel, the kid spittle’s all the time, kid
Got designs in my mind I can’t express well
Till I smoke a few bones, singing Willie McTell
Punching throats, pulling yokes, tugging boats to boast
I like to toke, telling jokes while I toast
This is for the kids’ living lives on the ropes
Trying to cope around dopes who just want you to croak
Where the beer at? Gotta have a couple after weed naps
Speak of the devil, yo on the level where the weed at?
Sweeps beats get you elevated
Bill Grease steez is the opposite of meditating
Jack Poole has fuel mad innovative
And still wack rappers get celebrated
Sick and tired of rich kids asking how to rock it
I don’t know kid, shit, keep it in the pocket
Hook:
Chuck Brown said give me the bridge
Keep it cold, like your rhymes out the fridge
Keep it in the pocket
Off the cuff smug hype shit plugged into sockets
Got the dope? Kid, try to cop it
Chuck Brown said give me the bridge
Keep it cold, like your rhymes out the fridge
Keep it in the pocket
Off the cuff smug hype shit plugged into sockets
Got the dope? Kid, try to cop it
Outro:
I am - somebody
‘Said I am - somebody
Cause you really are somebody…
