I.B.S

Lemme tell y'all a lil story about myself This right here is a true story, check it out though: [Verse 1] Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy You know my attitude: arrogant, cocky, rude Eating off papi food, used to be a stocky dude Weighed two-twenty, with two honeys, I move moneys It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy I become berserk, it was no fun to work Every day my stomach hurt, ripping off my undershirt The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishing Throwing up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassing Regurgitating: green, yellow, burgundy, boom But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh) In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage They said pimping symptoms, huh, a dope addict There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine [Hook] My baby mama, mama, and my grandma Say that I'm too gaudy, word to my blue Mauris This is a true story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again [Verse 2] Never mind stunting, dime puffin, doc spent his time fronting He like a bad detective, he ain't find nothing Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie dinner (why is that?) My son growing up, I'm looking like the movie Thinner I'm thinking suicide, do or die, sit and cry (oh) What hurt my baby moms asking if I'm getting high She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love If it ain't hustling ma, please don't relate me to drugs (at all) I'm losing weight though, every day pounds of muscle Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle Bein sick, huh, it get sickening you know I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's You know my attitude, get it how I get it If I can shoot, I turn around (then) I'm off my pivot And oops, I thought I had it mapped Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend Dame mane I pained again [Hook] [Verse 3] Ay yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishin Had to go low, The Mayo Clinic, Minnesota I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram Laranoscopy, endoscopy, I be stressed (I be stressed) The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS And that's irritable bowel child, I had to spit it y'all Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all Get it, get it, get it, get it?