Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1]
Boxing on the school playground
Wigga this is my town
Where a wigga don’t need no gun
Just a smartass mouth on the run
First grade playing world domination
Now what were you wiggas saying
Oh yeah, that’s right, nothing, wigga
That ain’t even close to a shocker
Cuz the last one you saw was being operated by a doctor
To shock your mind back to the pad
And now this shit’s got you mad
Well take it, wigga
And go feed it to another wigga
Man you can’t be serious
Man why saying this shit
Because I fucking can wigga
Because I’m the fucking man wigga
[Chorus]
Do you hear that brass
That’s the sound of a young wigga kicking ass
Real life drama
Bombing a few bridges
Ain’t taking nothing from bad bitches
[Verse 2]
My ears have been polluted since the fifth grade
That’s where my desire for rap was made
And I was more than afraid
All my classmates would just make fun of me even more
And every girl I just wanted to call a titanic whore
But this is something that’s been cooking up in my kitchen
And I feel like going The Blacker The Berry on the ass of a hobgoblin
To get back at all of faggots from HomeTown
This is more than just being stressed and being depressed
This is like being stabbed in the chest
By that Goddamn bitch Southwest
And all of these thoughts haunt me
Tyler, The Creator has been creeping on me
Ever since the eighth grade
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
That low brass trumpet, that trombone
Too good for you to own
You can call me that Tromboner
It’s pretty sad that an instrument has something you’ve never had hater
It’s either that or I’m using every curse word
And talking like some damn hypocrite gangster, word
But yet I still go to church every Sunday
Pre-Monday
That’s the fun day
Other than Friday and Saturday
Where I got J. Cole blasting in one ear
And Eminem in the other you hear
[Chorus (x2)]
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