All I ever wanna do is just sit back and laugh
But when I try to relax, yeah, I just think about my past
And all those times when I was dead got resurrected then relapsed
Didn't get nothin' out of it, started rap and paved my path
Now I'm bout to be a dad, bitch, I ain't sad I'm just glad
That most of the rain has stopped
But the storm is still hasn't passed
But bitch, I feel like gangsta pat with deadly verses in my raps
But I'm wack, if I paint the car all black would you be mad
If I crash the whip, stop this shit and load a clip
For the paper, I can split And if I did, I couldn't cash out
F*ck it, blow her back out If I take more, I pass out
Used to be the class clown, but now I'm just a sad frown
I told her, f*ck it, call me Maury I'm a monster that's real horny
Wake up every morning and I contemplate ending my story
Hopin' everyone ignores me cause y'all bore me
Grip the f*ckin' 40, but seen shorty And she torched me, got me wantin' more heat
Now I ain't wanna slide up on some Forgis
But if I do, it'd be a mini-coop, I caught a corky
It's just the bruise that got me feelin' loose I died in glory
Check out the noose that hangs around my throat Shit's gettin' gory
If I slide without the nine, then I might die So I glide with choppers flyin' from side to side
In my ride with pounds of fire, I'm gettin high
In the night, time we expire, you and your wife uh