(VERSE1) I got a friend with a lady, and her ladies with friends. Said she met me a year ago, but shit i tried to pretend. Theres something about her, im making out alot of her bends. Cuz this lady got more curves than a wrong turn and.. I tell her that i thought i knew her cuz she gave me a ride. Said matter fact "it was you, i saw the smirk through your eyes". I just laughed, how is that possible, she didnt reply. Just smirked, i thought her smile had a purpose inside. She said: Your a rapper, i heard one of your joints. Freestyling on a beat, man your swagger's on point. And see im not the one to say this but i love Big L, You put it on right, but you dont put it on like L. "Not quite well, my swagger gets Jacked Son/Jackson like Michael. I let the ink spill and the pen sail/pencil off the mic girl." Thinking my rhymes tight because she's loving it with me. And cause i make her Bob her head like Whitney, you get me? (VERSE2) This is around the same time im having shit with the team. Saying: "He wish he could of helped", but they dont know what he mean. Consider our own producer just took one for the team. Excuse me if im feeling like he isnt down with the dream. Shit, i told him cut it out; to get back with the seam. But thats my nigga, even if he isn't with us, i mean. And yeah a long road ahead, paint a picture, or scene. I still got the crack flow, call it stereo feign. I know you people like to segregate a nigga from things. But the truth is, a nigga is on his shit like sewage. Its cool kid, cuz summer thaws out to the fall. And money calls, so let it ring but you never should stall. All im saying is, life's a quiz and your mind is a gift. So choose wise, cuz irony is surprisingly it. The same aim that we claim change the game of the fame. Cuz after all we all to blame for a Little like Wayne. (VERSE3) I do this so fluent, like foreign exchange students Who graduated their class and passed with A's through it. Bundled up for the snow days. Came with liquors like rozay, Inside of tinted bottles, and sip to niggas like coldplay. Cause thats them autumn days til the night falls. We let the Range Rover's own the night til the ice thaws. Party after party, on a school day? Nice y'all. And watch the leaves freeze so at ease to the night fall. And to that girl, and that nigga Dom? They aint nothing but a minute on this winter rhyme. Thats why the leaves fall, trees wither, and time slithers out, While cold shivers deliver sprouts through the winter time. I think i startedf by saying the wrong motto. Life is just a bitch, and yeah that bitch dont like to swallow. Thats why i say fuck life, and fuck it until tomorrow. Let be honest, all of our sorrows aint shit.