I don't usually like much, the people that surround me opened up my eyes, hon
I guess it's up to you to feel ourselves or die, huh
Yeah, feel ourselves or die, huh, yeah
I don't usually like much, the people that surround me opened up my eyes, hon
I guess it's up to you to feel ourselves or die, huh
The rest is filled with truth you never decided on, yeah
I was the top of the list, got me fallin' down
Climbin' down the places, who the f*ck you think I'm Spider-Man
I gave you the man that you said you want
Even though I could care less about you broads
Throughout the mall, bitches stare, but they don't know who I am
They say Yeti goin' bar for bar with Rathee goin' ham
Bar for bar with grams, don't f*ck with chops unless they lambs
Bar for bar with xans
Bulldog za you in a trance
It only takes a glance
Give you the finger, tell you come here, let's go take a chance
Trapper, clapper
Call me what you want
Was boutta take you on a weekend
Goin ski Vermont
Finest restaurants with all the stops
I'd rather snooze and lose with you than go and pick a choose
Bout to bet plus two on booze before I cruise with you
Keep it real, yeah, we the many few
Chop loaded and it bang like the drums, no McHugh