Arrogant

I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none Hit you with a mass bombing like it's 2001 Yeah Yeah, in the back dawg they Smoking on indica All my other homies on the side Straight dealing up in the cut Sure you, Sure you cannot hide Out in the 705 And I wasn't truly listening I tell em "oh my" Why they do it? Why they do it Now they calling me arrogant Till my verse go fuckin' drop And they got hands in the air again Good samaritan Whip like Harrison Now bump my shit Smoke asparagus Proud of heritage Pop that claritin Nose stuffed tearin em Snap like terrapin Ou Been on my shit for a minute But I gon keep the left foot down Because my right one can't pivot Saying I'm a mental midget Baby I'll capture them digits Couldn't charge shit for my tickets Then my whole crowd would be crickets None of my friends would come visit Maybe they jus reached the limit Maybe that girl think I'm finished Maybe I'll whaler' like Plymouth Chasing the bag I will never be 21 losing my memory Don't want a crib in the Beverly's That would be draining my energy Nobody see the next century Write like I'm in penitentiary Cell mate gon make an exemplary Die in a cage with no empathy I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none Hit you with a mass bombing like it's 2001 Yeah Yeah, in the back dawg they Smoking on indica All my other homies on the side Straight dealing up in the cut Sure you, Sure you cannot hide Out in the 705 And I wasn't truly listening I tell em "oh my" Why they do it? Why they do it Now they calling me arrogant Till my verse go fuckin' drop And they got hands in the air again Me and you dawg? Too similar Look at me wrong, He'll finish ya Got a hit man, like Lineker Top bins, skull crushed sinister JT ain't my minister Used to forge moms signature Back when I had visitors Back when we ain't listeners Locked in homes perimeters Fire on all cylinders No I won't solicit her Ain't been locked up prisoner But I still damn kissin her Hair so soft conditioner She want meds, practitioner Clarkey my commissioner Can not walk around with a full clip All my damn groups spin on that bull shit Givin me a handy right in her tool kit Got my brothers dripping in the cool fit We ain't got kills my guy that's a crew myth Fuck around too much meet that gruel grit Smack him in the beak man, what a fuckin cruel hit Me and my brethren's got them ghouls lit Ya can't blame me that's the rules kid Come in to my city if you wanna see a true skid Kids nowadays jus smoke that fuel shit Out like a farmer slipped in the mule pit Call you out then all them fools split Men go cheat to taste a new chick Ain't respectful they been through shit Then they cheat to ride a new dick He was throwing fists like Fury Throwing in a flurry And he's spitting in a hurry Man I used to worry That you wouldn't think I'm worthy Then my mind went dirty And my legs stood sturdy I wasn't no Phil being calm for birdies Think it's Saul Goodman? nah no attorney I don't understand how I got all these jerseys Whip downtown gon' zip past The Verdi I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none Hit you with a mass bombing like it's 2001 Yeah Yeah, in the back dawg they Smoking on indica All my other homies on the side Straight dealing up in the cut Sure you, Sure you cannot hide Out in the 705 And I wasn't truly listening I tell em "oh my" Why they do it? Why they do it Now they calling me arrogant Till my verse go fuckin' drop And they got hands in the air again