Weak Shit

[Hook] Look at how I'm riding in my bucket, I be cooling 95 degrees, no A/C, but I be cooling No exaggeration, fucking bitches, I be doing My pockets hella empty, but these bitches steady choosing [Verse 1] To this pimping, I'm a student, I need a job This rap ain't paying bills, okay, blame it on Rashad I get all in my feelings gather, blame it all on God But see that ain't the lesson that was taught up from my mom I be that Pretty Nigga Flacko – fuck that shit, fuck that bitch See that shit don't make no sense, he ain't even gotta lisp It's so many fuck rappers, I can't even make a diss It's so many fuck niggas, ain't no need to make a list And tell my momma I'll be straight, all I need is dutches Swishers, hide my insecurity, crowded by a bunch of niggas They just don't be hearing me, you gon' start comparing me Diamond in the rough, suck my dick, you'll see the clarity Later I won't, won't be this same mothafucka As soon as I get on, one insane mothafucka I guess all them concussions, rattled brain mothafucka And we don't wanna hear that weak shit, but you love it I be high all in public, see sobriety's a struggle They pay they bills hating, see, denying me's a hustle I been drinking, I been drinking See the fly in me, I'm buzzing (That weak shit) [Hook]