Used to cut the rock with no glove on Shove on, for the block, developed a 'Love Jones' The reasons why your hoe got them rug burns It's 'No limit', call me 'Mr. Serv-on' Work all day till the work gone Talking back in the day when I had chirp phone My nigga made a wrong turn, got flipped in the zone Had to say I was a smoker just so I could go home Everyday another episode I'm just tryna hear the beat like a stethoscope Like my bassline's thick, like a Texas hoe It was written but the signature not legible Drink so much, I could drown a fish On some other shit, a demon on the hunt for the succubus Why you on some cuddle shit? Hit it then fuck a bitch I don't think you know who you're fucking with Two tears in the bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothing, nothing Two tears in the bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothing, nothing Danny is dangerous, Run the Jewels is chaos and arrangement Shit'll give your fuck face a face lift Papa did the triple Lindsey flip when the 'cane hit Mama never met a bottle that she couldn't drain quick, aye Stuck in a rude mood, the fuck shit approaches Like we believe in nothing, Lebowski, there's no motive I'm Babylon, tryna get bags like fuck all of 'em Death is on my couch and I'm tellin' him jokes, stallin' him Plus, I offer one of my smokes, he smoked all of 'em True Doom eat up the crew like 'Mm... Food' Say the name, it's like you're praying for pain, we too rude Gotta brain? You gon' move it or lose it, you screwed I'm profane, yes deranged and I say, "Real shit" If I'm correct, the really cool kids probably callin' it 'lit' Call the shit that I am culling from my brain with a switch Hold my beer, I'm 'bout to go and get rich, motherfuckers Three tears in the bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothing, nothing Three tears in the bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothing, nothing Hold up, I don't give a fuck 'bout Trump, who got dumped Who protestin' collections at their garbage dump? And I don't really give a fuck about giving a fuck And who feels the black celebrities ain't givin' enough Give 'em the dick, fat slick son of a bitch Better than you are, what you are's the son of a whore My dad told me that your mom was something mean on her knees But thank God we ain't related 'cause she swallowed the seeds Happy belated, I'm elated to know we ain't related So tell your special kids stop saying, "Auntie Shay" to my lady I sip on fine wines, fine dine with dimes and nines I got an Einstein mind and I still tote iron I'm a P-I-M-P in my own rhyme Space age, gorilla pimpin' out the cage with mine (What you steal from me nigga?) If it's goddamn mine (Would you kill for me nigga?), bitch, you out yo' goddam mind And that's goddamn right, I'm goddam Mike Win in the end, like Tina did goddamn Ike Three tears in the bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothing, nothing Three tears in the bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothing, nothing Three tears in the bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothing, nothing Bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothing, nothing Three tears in the bucket, fuck it I don't care about nothing, nothing