07/12/99 Lyrics

Since one

Had 999 problems

Like spiny tines on a dolphin

I'm really not fitting in

With tiny minds sitting often

I'm stomping upon a pedal

These some nascar races

So I ain't going for a medal

Need a gauntlet

Before they goners

From my honesty

Diplomacy is out

I would rather play monopoly

Distribution properties

To fit in with marketing

Pharma thought they big

I'm tossing cures off my balcony

You falcon freaks

Diving at my feet

Faster than a g6

I'm still chilling blunt in hand

Honey on my weetabix

A couple hundred grand

Still probably wouldn't leave the sticks

Been chilling in BFE

Since I was only 3-6

Months hoe

It's gumbo how I really leave a bitch

Hot with something stirring

Only difference is the itch

See events is never current

I ain't believing in they shit

Keep on swimming up the current

Dodging people tryna fish

Ugly

See these bars is they a journal a poem

Praying for eternal omens

Just don't be picky how it's chosen

Cause you might get it

And it ain't such a light sentence

Might win it

And wish that you just didn't

Oh

Careful what you wish for

Left right left

I just March to this tempo

And they

Ain't catching up

When I pull out this pencil

They hit the mud

I hit the gas on the '64

And I'm

Gone

Keep on singing these little songs

Here and across the pond

At any bar that give me rum

With some some funds

Know what I mean

I really smoke this shit by the ton

When it come to weed

If I do it it's done

Don't ever need to be guessing

They assume I'm the one

That's why I'm filling up the section

Always bragging bout guns

But they ain't ever held a Wesson

AG brought the funk

Is that even a question?