Post Nihilism

[Big Baby Gandhi]
Uh, uh, Uncle Gandhi
Could you tell us a bedtime story please?
What, Gandhi on that Slick Rick shit
Yo I go this one story (What?)
I got this one story, kids
But don't let, don't let your mom know I told you

Yo, it go like
La di da di, I am the Gandhi
I cause a lot of trouble and I bother everybody
I'm just a kid that's on the mic (Word)
But when I rock mic I rock like rock pipe (damn)
If I'm on the block with the guap im aight
But I ain't got the guap so I'm not
Feel me, feel me, feel me, feel me
This is the real me which is still the ill me
You know, what you say you kill me
I laugh at you
Let me repeat back at you (ha!)

Ha, Gandhi
It's obvious, you know who the Gandhi is
Influence like lobbyists
Sean, copy this
Being poor in New York is the hockey sticks
I'm an optimist, settle for floppy tits
More drive than a floppy disk
Next up like Rocky 6
Spit cocky shit
I don't think I love myself
I think too much and I drug myself
I drink two cups and I clutch my L's
I get two bucks and just bust myself
What's the deal how my guts never feel malnourished
Yo I look like a baby
White people think I'm crazy
Cuz they crazy
How they played me
Look what they game made me
Ain't ashamed of my name I'm ashamed how the game be
The aim is to be as plain as can be
Ten dollar chain with the T, that's me
Thousand dollar chain is where I want to be
A much nicer shirt is where I want to be
Material things give me new identity
One and then the two, and then the three

Life is weird
Rap's a joke
Reality's a joke
I'm broke as fuck
Got no luck
Feel like shit
Need to cop more stuff
Capitalist mind state
Rappin' since '98
It's all I ever do
Now I'm the best at what I do
What's really real and what's really true?
I listen Melle Mel and I listen Ice Cube
Never had a good day
Grew up in the hood way
Trying to live like how the hood say
Didn't realize until much later that the world was much greater
Freed myself but I got to touch paper
Busted, hate, I got trust for my neighbor
Room in my heart, just doing my part
An eye for an eye make the whole world blind
Said the guy who so fly he can drop a sunshine
When I was 16, I rhymed about society
Poverty, and other shit that bothered me
Now all I know
I can't go to sleep
I said I'mma rape the beat, Odd Future
Nah, nah, I'm too nice
Young Kama Sutra

Flow, shows, O's and hoes, clothes, all the Baby knows