Mama... I’m sorry that I’m still trying to make it home I’ve been stuck out in the streets, high on coke and dope, fucking every bitch just so I don’t feel so alone, drowning in the city seas The only thing keeping me afloat is this beat, and smoking trees, it’s all I need Who am I kidding? Maybe I just want something more, But every time I turn around, somebody’s got to close the door, So I may as well, roll-up, smoke-up The weight of the world on my shoulders, like boulders, And ain’t nothing else changing except maybe I’m just getting older, And I’m tired So before my time expires Gonna chase the dragon one more time Just to get a little higher Walked to the corner store and saw this bitch in line She looked at me and said You cute, tall, and kinda fine I said “Hey” I think I’ve heard that before And about two minutes later we were both walking out the door I’ll be okay, I get paid every day (Okay okay, every day every day day) When we got to her house it was obvious I was on that Yay Because this bitch was bald and her pussy had a tupé I said “Hey” I’ve hit rock bottom and I’m fucking up But it’s okay Because there’s nowhere to go from here but go up And just because you’re grown up Don’t mean that you can’t toke up I just turned thirty And everybody’s rolling up I’m about to pop off like Bob Ross But I ain’t hiding bushes, I’m hiding Kush And if you want something nice I’ll name the price And then you can think about it And maybe I’ll give you a slice But that ain’t really the life that I’m trying to live Maybe I just want a wife and a kid and to handle my bills But the only one that mattered She took my life and flipped it upside down and like glass it shattered But it’s okay because my skins made out of a whole lot of leather And my pocket Its got a whole lot of cheddar I’ll be okay, I get paid every day (Okay okay, every day every day day) See my bitch left me for a rich doctor Money hungry Rottweiler, without a shock collar First she said she loved me Now she don’t want nothing from me And I think it’s kinda funny That her mom still text and call me But only when she wants something It’s obvious I can see The apple never falls too far from the tree But I promised that I’d always be a father To your daughter So it’s kind of hard to give up Because she makes my heart go farther And I hate to be a martyr or a bother And I’m sorry but I’m not sorry for this song Because you’re wrong And even though your ass still look bomb in that thong When you come crawling back My ass going to be gone I’ll be okay, I get paid every day (Okay okay, every day every day day) The prettiest flower, called Izalia Baby girl, you know I’d never fail you And even though you’re mom don’t care if you don’t see me, That don’t mean shit because I’ll always be your D.D. And I’ll always be around to make sure that you don’t got to frown; When the world wants to keep you down And I want you to know that with me you’ll always have a home, Right now, or when you’re grown But baby girl, I still want you to mind your mother; That don’t mean that she don’t love you But if you wouldn’t mind let mommy and D.D. have a speak There’s just one more thing that D.D. need to say to Reef As a matter of fact, even if you decide to never hit me back, I’ll still be relaxed, Because honestly, I’ll probably forget about you within the time that it takes me to finish this track And I think it’s cool that you found a fool on fleek I hope that he doesn’t cheat, But it’s not concern of mine now So I’m gonna turn around And sign a deal and make five mil on this beat I’ll be okay, I get paid every day (Okay okay, every day every day day)

All that they say is that they wish they could topple and copy me But I’m owning my throne even while I’m standing, The females continuously blowing me Temperatures scorching, Not passing the torch, I’m keeping it cool Matter of time before I am on top She ain’t sucking on spliffs because I am the jewel My mamma said she knew for a fact That one day that I was gonna make it Made a macaroni picture She took it and said that she was gonna frame it But I don’t need a fake family or a trifling home For me to realize my lyrics are dope And my brain is a gift because my dome is a drone So I’m gonna keep on this beat and continue to speak until it’s written in stone And tell them about all of the times that it was so cold we left the oven on We climbing the mountains and counting the blocks and sifting the rocks Because it’s a white Christmas mother fucker we searching for silver and gold Baby I’m never falling down don’t miss me Because we climbing mountains And we’re never coming down (yea) One more step and you’re never gonna see me Because we’re almost to the top (yea) And we’re never looking back (yea) Yea my whole life everybody continuously mocking me But watch, when Burdy on top the same haters gonna line up to follow me But sorry, you’re out of site and out of mind The only thing I can see is this pen and paper And the words that I’m gonna use for my next rhyme And I’m gonna get what’s mine Even if I have to steal it Like I’m committing a crime I’m gonna real the deal, sign it, then seal it Like I’m going fishing I’m gonna have your bitch ass wishing That you were standing next to me With no worries except witch strain we spliffing All that they say is that they wish they could topple and copy me But I’m owning my throne even while I’m standing, The females continuously blowing me Temperatures scorching, Not passing the torch, I’m keeping it cool Matter of time before I am on top She ain’t sucking on spliffs because I am the jewel Baby I’m never falling down don’t miss me Because we climbing mountains And we’re never coming down (yea) One more step and you’re never gonna see me Because we’re almost to the top (yea) And we’re never looking back (yea)

Never gonna lose it Cuz my rhyme is on that juice And I am only getting started Goin faster than a rarri And I’m only fornicating Cuz I’m tired of masterbating And my palms are getting hairy 804, main to cary Shockoe bottom broughtem dirty Burdy boutta serve your girl a squirty And I'm thirty And I’m never getting tired The only thing that’s on my mind Is how to get higher Can I get that champagne A little bit dryer So we poppin bottles fill the glass to the top And perks don’t work but there’s heard of bitches Watch them twerk A couple xans I’m in a trance But honestly I’m not a fan Shout out to Wakas women while they do it with no hands I’ve got my bachelors in stealing girls and fucking bitches got my doctorate in gettin yours, your bitch is with it my associates in smoking splifs Yea she light it up We hit that shit and puff puff pass We turn in up Roll another J while I roll a dub And if we roll a third one that ain’t enough pay for another dubay then spark it up Talking to the laundry cuz we high on drugs I’ve already stated that my mind is medicated And I’m tired of all the haters If ain’t nobody hating You ain’t facing the dreams that your heart is laced with I’m gonna rap this shit and drop it harder than Cardie on a new track Beat so phat like a fat ass when you hit thag shit it hits back Somebody come stop me I rap for miles If you can’t handle the heat, Turn back the dial But my shit stuck on a hundred I’m not sweating Even though I’m gonna with this race I’m not racing I’ve got my bachelors in stealing girls and fucking bitches got my doctorate in gettin yours, your bitch is with it my associates in smoking splifs I riff up Metal musician turned rapper so fuck a rap god I’m just kidding Em you are the inspiration But the goat can’t last forever so I’m stepping up Call it how you want it I’m gonna last forever Human evolution says the next generations better |SkRap| Been a minute since I’ve written but D.Burdy told me get’em So I rippin leaving stitches across every fucking sentence Heard the beat and was like oh man Bout to lift it, throw it to the ground until it splits This is just the beginning, My mind is grinning at the fact I get to hop up on this track And leave it on its back Man I got to dial it back Because if I keep going It gonna be a full blown attack And y’all ain’t ready for that You best believe this ain’t my last Imma keep working on my craft until my flow is mastered I’ll keep on sipping on this flask Because I feel like getting plastered And you can judge me if you want But imma keep on doing me until my time is up