Sunset

[Intro: Chris Rock] [Verse 1] Ya'll be thinking the crown's a snapback, it's fitted for only one I'm killing niggas in line, I'm feeling like Obi Wan These rappers don't show respect, I'm feeling sorry for mom The verses they claimin gold, when its polished its looking bronze damn So how you run my city, if he don't get no checks If everybody here is friends, who's the fucking best Like where's my competition, without a pot to piss in You niggas Oochie Wally, I'm more like It Was Written And yea you steady dissing, but I don't say shit Not cause I'm mature, because you ain't on my playlist So how I can be responding to something I never heard of You reach in to shake my hand and I'm flipping niggas the bird And you mumble under your breath to the bitches you know I'm fucking After she finish nutting, brings it up at discussion No bluffing this bitch disgusting, sucks away my concussion You let her hit while you puffing, her mouth is under construction damn So fuck 'em all, I mean it fuck 'em all I hit the club in my city and purposely duck 'em all I'm tired of fake hugs and dealing with fake thugs I'm looking forward to the fall cause I'mma rake up I told the hostess I got my cake up Hostess, cake, boy wake up See I'm the greatest, I mean it I'm the greatest I rather walk in my Chucks and then drive in something from Avis I, I, I let the weak unfold You niggas kiss my ass, boy cheek and hole Yea, cause it's the honour roll, you niggas skipping class I graduated, now you wonder why you didn't pass I'm from the ave where half is living in the past They saying they street but play the curb like sitting trash And they say my name whenever my city's mentioned And you ain't making no sense like a nigga that's found missing Yea, I throw that heat cause I'm the pitcher Use that zipper fo' this plot is looking thicker than that stripper Born in Baton Rouge, stank attitude She only fuck with me, and not no average dudes Instead of copping chains, I got a silver Range I named it Jason Seaver, see that's that growing pains I can't believe she in the mall like this Black tights, white heels looking fog-like thick I, do not understand the discussion My ex ? they hate me so why I'm fucking her cousin I guess my success got her undressed Ain't been to Roscoe's but she drink sunsets And call me when the sun set Let me hear that [Interlude: Chris Rock] [Verse 2] No father figure My father ain't never figured to be a father, didn't wanna be bothered So without having a dollar, my mamma raised her a scholar That's why I'm popping my collar, so if you with me say (holla) Shut up you niggas be lying, why don't you go kick you a rhyme Rather be dying from all my flaws than never be trying You niggas sit on your couch, what the fuck that be about All of my verses are living versions of mamma's new house, suicidal I smoke so much lye, I seen a damn bird flying through a broken sky I smoke so much lye, I seen a damn bird flying through a broken sky Wish I could flap wings and fly away To where black kings in Ghana stay I'm talking right away I'm anxious cause everyone I know that's patient either ain't shit or ancient And that ain't me