I don't usually like much, the people that surround me opened up my eyes, hon
I guess it's up to you to feel ourselves or die, huh
Yeah, feel ourselves or die, huh, yeah
I don't usually like much, the people that surround me opened up my eyes, hon
I guess it's up to you to feel ourselves or die, huh
The rest is filled with truth you never decided on, yeah
I was the top of the list, got me fallin' down
Climbin' down the places, who the fuck you think I'm Spider-Man
I gave you the man that you said you want
Even though I could care less about you broads
Throughout the mall, bitches stare, but they don't know who I am
They say Yeti goin' bar for bar with Rathee goin' ham
Bar for bar with grams, don't fuck with chops unless they lambs
Bar for bar with xans
Bulldog za you in a trance
It only takes a glance
Give you the finger, tell you come here, let's go take a chance
Trapper, clapper
Call me what you want
Was boutta take you on a weekend
Goin ski Vermont
Finest restaurants with all the stops
I'd rather snooze and lose with you than go and pick a choose
Bout to bet plus two on booze before I cruise with you
Keep it real, yeah, we the many few
Chop loaded and it bang like the drums, no McHugh