La cucaracha, please don't tell me nada
Not today or mañana
For pussy niggas, make your medulla oblongata a martyr
Class of Ready To Die and I'm a alma mater
Besides that I couldn't make it as a scholar
What connect to me is squalor to wealth and makeup all over my collar
My definition of self help
Shawty a vegan, She earthy, She be sleepin under mandalas
My dick resembles the neck of a ostrich
And my tongue get nothin but complements
I gotta credit my rhymin
It gave me confidence, a name and a reason to live
Ain't no reason to doubt
Cause I was on Reasonable Doubt when lyricism was in a drought
Your favorite rapper was either tryna rhyme on a trap beat and failed
Or clinging to some old shit and they mad as Hell
I'm more Hov than Esco as far as the best goes
I crossed over Lucifer in loops laying death blows
He told me, "Homie it comes at a price"
I got a fortune cookie that told me invest in my life
So I copped it
Niggas said it's hard so I dropped it