give them what they all wanna see wanna hear
wannabe's want a pair of these air
jordans they afraid to wear keep em fresh keep em clean
like O.F. they rock supreme but underneath
these skinny jeans they might seem
like every other seed got motivated by the weed
mass of (massive) anorexics no one likes the wait (weight)
the desire for dessert before finishing their plate
on top of that even beggars want some cake
we're all fake like toupee hit the pedal to accelerate
towards forbidden fruit
feel my flow supplying juice they cannot shake
call the devil set a date
just know i never pay for the first
but this verse he can take feeling cursed
when im baked and rebirthed wide awake
hell on earth from the quake of my words that i play
clear the shiRt (shit) from your brain
if you a Tramp you can stay (stray) move the R into place
...understand what im sayin?