Expressing Myself Lyrics

K.P. on the motherfuckin' beat

Fuck's you talkin' bout

Fuck's you talkin' bout

YSG shit

Stoner Gang

You know exactly what I'm on

Hmm

I don't give a fuck bout niggas or they problems

Y'all both had a hundred racks and left me as a toddler

Y'all do not have a title of no mother or no father

These niggas pussy and they softer than Auntie Jemima

These crazy niggas used to be my brothers, now they rival

I feel like I been out here savin' lives like I'm Mcgeiver

Gelato 41 and sherbet cookie, I got options

I got cough syrup, painkiller pills, I'm the doctor

Bitch, I do this for the stones, the ones who love to smoke

The ones who can smoke an eighth to the face and they won't choke

If I like how it break down, how it taste and like how it roll

Then I know that shit's some dope, I'ma need me a couple bowls

I ain't helpin' out a soul, I can't leave without my pole

Where was you when I was broke? These niggas folded like some clothes

Unk been gone since 94, you ain't send shit to your lil' bro

I got your whole name and you still left your junior in the cold

All this shit's some real life shit

I can't hold it back no more

It's just the shit a nigga goin' through, you know, for real

Especially cause I got kids

Nakai, Jiya, these motherfuckers don't give a fuck about you, man

Especially your parents

They just tryna make somebody else happy, to make themselves happy

Shit, fuck em

I'm just venting about my life, I got a lot of pain inside

Hit the store I need a Sprite, I'm tryna pour a pint inside

Grown man know to communicate and put away my pride

Shoulda known that you was tellin' lies, couldn't look me in my eyes

I remember hittin' up 75, X6 and my slides

The Gucci flops f 475, 250 for my socks

The V-cup bring me back alive, the drank put me on stop

The 10 milli is made by Glock and Arthur got no stock

I got flaws just like everybody else, I ain't the best

I got spoiled lungs, I keep exotic strands up on my chest

I keep Mary Jane and Wakisha with me like Johnny Test

My young niggas tappin' heads, you better not come with no vest

He lookin' for the ref, my niggas bully ballin', need a tech

Runnin' in my tech, I swear to God I won't break a sweat

I don't feel a threat, cause if I did you would be layin' in rest

It's just disrespect, tryna compare a rookie to a vet

Cap you on the motherfuckin' beat

Fuck you talkin' bout

Fuck you talkin' bout?