text: I gots to talk
  I gotta tell what I feel
  I gotta talk about my life as I see it
  Biggie
  Ayy, yo
  Biggie
  Uh, yo, check it
  Uh, yo
  Biggie
  Its a shame, who do we blame? The government restrain
  To maintain the system we contain 
  Tolerate wads of flows, give up commercial lyrical shows
  This aint 5-0 folders, phony fakes saying, Fuck 12
  Not that I condone the killing, but squares get detected since 
  Get what Im sayin? My word is always bond
  24/7, elevens peel cerebellums on those who go to plottin
  Knockin noggins, beheadin politicians
  Plans thats optimistic, propendous and not spicious
  Never fictitious, hopin I become the richest
  Venomous lyrical switches, whipped bitches
  Fuck once snitches til eyes twitch, ayy 
  Witch get stitched, not get fixed
  But wed need revolutionaries in this world
  Maybe put down the TEC and find your intellect
  And use that nonsense and flex
  Each year, younger, younger havin sex
  With the only thing that swears the previous lines
  And whats up next, reach my apex, kick in the door
  Wavin the .44, I wave a message, I hope you think its impressive
  Colossal done sent us to approve the youth mental
  Come in gentle, no detrimental
  Once upon a time I found my divine mind
  Inflicted apex vibes through these lines
  That I bind, rise and grind to this shine
  And unwind wads of wop, headed straight to the top 
  If I make it, its cops still pop tops on the block
  I guess thats why I copped the Glock
  Cop glocked at my pops, he survived that
  Runnin traffic on Trinity Ave
  When niggas like Slick work up in the apartment
  Cypher cast bout six words in my esophagus
  My word is bound
  Zay, you suck
  I dont even know what Im gonna rap on this shit 
  Straight up, this is so shit
  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
  Okay, okay, alright
  Very angry while trying to strangle my balls
  Wipe my ass with some butter while scraping shit on the wall
  But honestly overall, I like popping an Adderall
  While dancing around, clapping a pansy in overalls
  Its no wonder why my mother hates me
  I beat my dick to porn flicks of Martin Lawrence with autistic babies
  Child molestin, incest, it wasnt a question
  Beat her like Sean Penn, venom in my pen
  Rape a broad while kissin on Christian Bale
  In fact, if I go to Hell, its likely Ill go to jail
  I heard in prison they like all the little kids
  So me and that Woody Allen were planning to take a trip
  Oh Woody, such a big woody
  Stop touching my penis, so cover it with a hoodie
  You promised me if I came, youd give me a bunch of goodies
  Whats in that black backpack?
  Oh its nothing, well, nothing turned into something
  Cause soon as the cops passed, Woody just hauled ass
  Cops stopped us, Woody asked for a kiss
  Told the officers coming that, Woodys touching my dick
  chuckles
  Martin Lawrence in my backseat
  In my- , in my backseat
  Its a kick in the door
  In the door, ayy
  Ima go up on niggas, yes
  Hey-oh
  Ha-ha 
  Howdy yall, fuck shit, you lied a bit, came off this shits like- screaming
  Oh my God, oh, shit
  Okay, alright, alright, alright, Im done
  chuckles
  Pussy boy, you get smoked, like a Newport