Week 6

If you don't listen to Rap, then don't listen to me
It's that simple, Hip-Hop's what I'm destined to be
So I'm blessin' the beat with my lessons to read
And I'm settling for no less than the best, de la creme
I can be hella mean, but I always go hella hard
He's as good as the legends, so it's hard to tell apart
So I teleport, fuck airports, I don't need credit cards
When my bitch is having menapause, I just go and rent a car
Leave out the state, leave her with pennies more
Have a chat with the senator while she at home plenty starved
Fuck the bullshit, I'm ready bro, past is past, let it go
Tell the haters, yeah let 'em know CiNo blowed, they head explode
They doubted and doubted until I finally made it
And now they cannot believe it because of how much they hated
They thought I'd never be famous cuz I was always degraded
Now they wanna kiss my ass, so I bend down, let 'em taste it
I'm back on my grind even harder than before
I'm feeling like Kanye, I'm retarded with the flow
Growing Chronic with the harvest in the garden, let it grow
Fuck being hungry, I'm flying around starving like a crow