Stay Inspired

[Intro] [Verse 1] They say what do ya think, B? I said I don't think Call me when these young bucks Old enough to drink Balanced over the sink Is how sick I am Trying to keep my little cousins Off Instagram I'm trying to keep these little toys Out my nephew's mouth He tried to play with my mic I told him "Go sit down" Cause I'm a shitty babysitter Quick to fuck you & your kid up I'll slap him on the back And give him whiskey till he hiccup Oh I know you think I'd probably make a good dad But the beard got you tripping You don't know me like that I'm a bully Ball buster Fully grumpy Cock sucker Plus the prettiest narcissist I got it from my mother Perfect working example Of your worst case scenario This is my movie You're working to earn a cameo! GoPro shaky hand Panorama scope one man distribution Jam it down your throat Cause I'm a vehicle No I'm a virus No I'm a god damn Monster of science I'm on Facebook I'm on fire I try to do what I can To stay inspired [Hook] [Verse 2] So bury me at thirty-five thousand feet I may be going down But at least I'll be upright in my seat! These flashy pre-pubescents With medallions in their necklace I see them with their baggage And their entourage at check-in Bin-odd is my body guard I'm laughing as I step in I hope he's going far He certainly travels heavy And privately I bet he sweat the taxes and fees You think you're ballin' But your breakfast That's your ass in the breeze I'm absolutely fucking fabulous at Smashing MCs I'm on my Qs and my Ps My penis free of disease I'm in my Jesus year, Judas Living crucifix-free So you can hang out if you want But don't do it for me Cause I'm a heathen No I'm a tyrant No I'm a pea-shooter Aimed at Goliath I check engines I change tires I try to do what I can To stay inspired [Hook] [Verse 3] We was down in North Carolina Round this time last year On a hardcore lineup With Circle Takes the Square The first time it happened Was with Scroobius Pip The PA blew a fuse As soon as my bass hit I'm facing a big room Full of impatient kids Unaided by the amps or the mic or the rig Lot of your favorite rappers Would have cancelled the gig Held it down both times Acapella, like "fuck this shit! If they can't give me a stage I'm getting up on a chair!" That's all you Really need to know about My fucking career The care less half listener class Write it and read it As fact Either you keep Or you trash, Ether I'm breathing on tracks We don't retreat Or look back Sleep on my region Dismiss a legion I eat with the pack! Clear the way, free up the pass Before I put cleats In your back Creep with the beetles and rats Roaches and creatures that last Evil Kenevil of rap Power to Buddy P I holler "Peace" And I leave them with that!