Scattered Thoughts

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
I got my home crew fuck your people
At your door like fuck your people
On to kill it really homie I'm the realest fuck your ego
I get lit, I spit sick, I get chips just like casinos
All the time can't just put me on pause nigga fuck your TiVo
I got cash I could pay for my whole team nigga plus your people
They don't trip they got Peyton over here nigga fuck your Tebow
Yup we riding round in them stolen cars
We going hard for that damn paper
Balling out from that kitchen holmes bitches calling me Vin Baker
Woop can't do desk work so close that my chest hurt
Blunts good, shot glasses, lipstick on my dress shirt
I'm made holmes soft beds that I laid on
I aim wrong didn't graduate but I'm so glad that I stayed home
Shame on them hating on a nigga now a days they waiting on a nigga
Feel like Troy Aikman on a nigga better throw that apron on a nigga
I know y'all see Jag everybody want my seat bad
But I ain't gonna' fuck my life up cause I'm smart holmes and I see (check?)
Hip hop been dead holmes but I'm showing up to that re pass
In the bank with my suit on holmes no need for that ski mask
One day got no hoes next day I'm pimping holmes
Can't say that it ain't right when we rap good shit different holmes
Different phone, different whip, different bitch, different home
Use to fuck with my feelings now I take them down no shipment holmes
Told myself I'd quit I know my momma hates that we stoned
Till I went and got her that crib now she sure don't hate that we on
Yup I hear the beat and I rip it up no spirit gotta lift it up
She leave with Jag I take her out
She leave the tab and I pick it up
I take her home and I take her down
But my girl here don't make a sound
Quiet sex is the best sex them fake rumors gon' make it round
My town king that crown king
Shit about to get ugly holmes
Scattered Thoughts, Hell Week, if you don't know I'm Chubby holmes