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