Writer's Block - Missing Texture

Yo bring it back bitch, I’mma try to run it up

Motherfucker think it’s funny when I’m slurring on my cup

Tou-Touched your girlfriend‚ now she wanna fall in love

Wrote this shit on writer’s block I don’t give a flying fuck

Motherfucker wanna go dumb‚ wanna gold thumb

Wanna test me‚ it’s your death G, here’s admit one

Now I got the pods yeah got the watch now shit

Now I got the book up with the phone too

Hoping Imma come through

Aye homie whatcha gon' do

College student but for loans I’m the one they coming to

Skrrt skrrt like a fucking narcissist

I’m the one who they should have started with

Y’all seem to think it’s funny how I’m working with my money

How I slip a couple dollars into alcohol and Tum-E Yummies

Ain’t nothin' running from me

Ain’t nothin' up above me

Think it’s kinda weird that you have to keep on talking 'bout me

Wonder 'bout my past life

Wonder what your past like

Beat your ass before you realize it was for a Klondike

Fucked her and your mom, dyke

Look I got a bomb‚ sike

I work hard all day to get a little kick of nic, aye

Bought a ray gun, so I can aim and zap 'em all quick

Got a bunch of bitches who be steady wanting my dick

Thinking maybe I’m the one who’s repping the clique

Or possibly because I’m with the baddest bitch (that's a green light!)

Walk into the function like «the fuck is up for sale?»

Bouncing on my racks boy‚ I ain’t gotta kiss and tell

Run your fucking mouth, find ya buried down beside hell

Knocking on the back room find me fucking on Adele, yuh

Yeah I wrote this shit on writer’s block

Wrote this shit without a thought

Wrote this shit for people out there making out on jumbotrons

I, forgot what I was on

I’ll, kick back til I’m a star

Right, forgot what drug I’m on

Help, a brother out and read the label homie I’mma fall into a coma where I

only see my momma and my girl playing with my curls

I’mma fuck around and try to stabilize the economy

I’mma fuck around and rehabilitate Romney (oh shit-)

Everybody in the state, poppin' off to what I’m cookin'

Beckley to Marquee, all the venues that I’m bookin'

You can find me, with a Switch and a Bokoblin

When I turn around I catch a wannabe lookin'

Going harder than Dahmer 15 minutes before the kill

I’m the one they wanna see at clubs, I’m with blue bills

I just finished raising dough, put the pie on window sill

I’m the one that’s keeping shit together call me Yggdrasil, yuh