[ Featuring Foul Mouth ]
Yo
Every time I kick bars and put my pen to the pad
My mind drift off to my sins of the past
But still my response just a grin and a laugh
I'm alone with my thoughts drinking gin in the lab
Still picking at the scabs, got a wicked gift of gab
Love money, but never liked arithmetic or math
I'm like a little kid how I be skippin' in the grass
No warranties needed, I'mma build this shit to last, look
I got a team of dogs like Mark Richt
Don't start shit, I'll put your body parts on the black market
These half hearted rap artists really make for bad targets
Go get a job at the tax office
Rap for profit now, eating good, crocodile
Show up and rock the crowd, you dudes sound like Gangnam Style
Probably need a tranquilizer just to calm him down
Me and Bub will break ya off with the rawest sounds
My mama told me
Told me long ago
Boy don't let nobody tell you nothin
Go for what you know
Used to run home for Rap City, watch Cam, Juelz, and Jim
Now I rap silly on cam, drop jewels and gems
Ignore the school bell, Finesse University mastered through sales
Residue on the scale, he called me Neff, he ain't my uncle though
Pump in the snow, we chill in the basement
F*ck her and tell her go, couldn't even like her more than I love the dough
What ya life like? Rock Season, I'm nice like
Low top white Nikes, white tee, Nauti sweats
Mix and match that vintage shit, you could call it Retrospect
But the breath is fresh, never did I lose a step
Who a threat? Hard to lap me cause I rap reality
And you ain't really a match for me cause you ain't been through it yet
Kick niggas mic around, you don't know what to do with that
Turn ya life around, this could get you a fluent check
Been tellin' niggas from a long time ago
Call me King Bub Rock, got an almighty flow, Rock
My mama told me
Told me long ago
Boy don't let nobody tell you nothin
Go for what you know
