Kids

I know you are but what am I? Am I meant to smile or meant to cry?

Am I meant to walk or meant to fly? Am I meant to be or meant to die?

Was I meant sniff or write lines? Them white lines on my mind.

And my mind it computes like a computer on a Mac line.

Now I'm rubber and your glue. And anything that you do.

Like a dog who was let loose. Will come back to bite you.

Like a Pokemon, you're pichu. And news flash: I'm raichu.

And you were playing that Yamcha. And I'm a saiyan like Goku.

You ain't got no allaby. See you are U G L Y.

And somebody tell me why it matters if my skins white.

From Novi Nov to riff raff. They giving whites a bad title

If I can't keep it urban. Then I can't get my paper right

So, last one there's a rotten egg. You're at the door. You're still paying.

If Mama said it's no race Then why the hell am I first place.

If the rap game really needed saving It was that way because the fans made it.

Don't blame the artist. Don't blame the art. Just blame the game that they're playing.

 

I don't play these lames games. The lame games that the kids play.

And the shady lames that play the games are the same lames that are getting paid.

Getting paid or getting laid. I'll take a break to switch lanes.

Switch lanes to the lame games. Not to play just to bring change.

Bring the change or bring the pain. Pay for a ticket on the pain train.

If your tickets paid then your getting laid. Because getting paid is all it takes.

Getting paid is all it takes. yes, getting paid is all takes.

Getting paid is all it takes to make things run your way.

 

You can't come to my birth day. You will catch me in my worst way.

I met a girl last Thursday with copper hair like a mermaid.

She wore Gabbana and Dolce and her ass could make the Earth shake.

She wanted me to be the bae but I had to ditch her cuz the pussy stank.

Liar Liar, your verse tries while my verse is on fire.

Rap sharper than barbed wire. My verse king your verse squire.

Don't get it switched cuz my skin's white. I got a bigger weiner than Oscar Myer

And if you're talking on that weed shit then you're preaching to the fucking choir.

Those who smelt it dealt it. Wealth is not option. I shelved it.

Pants sagging no belt... with a snap back hoes melting.

I got good with no help... on some double X L shit.

I fell for Satans temptation so don't give a fuck if I make it.

So, nanny nanny to the boo boo. Stick your head in that doo doo.

I'm fucking up the underground while you're sitting on YouTube.

Don't get me wrong, I'm a cool dude, but I don't give a shit what you do.

Remember what I said about the rap game? Well I take it back, cuz they truly screwed.

 

I don't play these lames games. The lame games that the kids play.

And the shady lames that play the games are the same lames that are getting paid.

Getting paid or getting laid. I'll take a break to switch lanes.

Switch lanes to the lame games. Not to play just to bring change.

Bring the change or bring the pain. Pay for a ticket on the pain train.

If your tickets paid then your getting laid. Because getting paid is all it takes.

Getting paid is all it takes. yes, getting paid is all takes.

Getting paid is all it takes to make things run your way.