what you rappin' for

, my life is changing so fast, ain't tryna slow it down, "i like it fast," that's what she said, so another round, of shots for the ladies, who drive truck, mercedes, i'm talking paparazzi flashes like that girl with jay-z, i know you heard of her, queen shit, i don't think she a blood but she always quick to rep that "b" shit, by the way, i love free shit, but nothing in life is free, not even free shit, anyway, i'm in miami, man, i'm prolly in the shade, since my hair is long as shit i'm prolly gettin' braids, and since i'm in miami, man, you know i'm gettin' paid, and since i'm in miami, might as well go and get laid, hah, that's confidential, and if you lackin' confidence in life, boy, that's a issue, it's not that i shit on you on purpose like some tissue, but i just got the train tunnel vision, where's my whistle, anyway, all you know is what you see up on the 'gram, uh, and all i want for you to do is see me who i am, uh, and all you ever do is complain 'bout your man, but, one thing that i know is that you know that i'm the man, ma, yeah, and since you understand that, i'ma send an innuendo over so tell your man he could stand back, yeah, you welcome for the handback, you never met a poppin ass nigga who stay grinding like sandbags, god damn, quincy!, shit, i ain't know you were a rapper like that, ugly ass, but, god, that was fire, first of all, you too lightskin to be rappin' like that, and-and i heard you was talkin' 'bout you was about to braid your hair, why?, you got good hair, nigga, i hate when mothafuckas got good hair, and then they wanna dread they shit, that shit won't stay, 'cause your hair is perfect boo, like, why cop a bugatti when i can drive one of the homies?, then i can speed right by the haters, fronters, and the phonies, and if i only met you that does not mean that you know me, and just 'cause you took a picture with me, doesn't mean we homies, but that ain't shade to nobody specific, in la with the jag, back home you got a civic, come on, what you lyin' for?, those people that's with me, people i'd die for, don't turn the volume down yet, 'cause i ain't finished, actually, i'm done, no wait, i'm kidding, i'm winning and i got the ring, i won that, mr. magic in the bed, she asking where my wand at, hmm, should i show her where my wand at?, nah, i'ma keep her wondering, all the girls want that, yeah, they only want that, feinding for my love more than crap, god dammit, quincy, didn't i tell your ass to shut the fuck up?, didn't i tell you to shut the fuck up?, shit, your ass already rich, fuck you rappin' for? you rich, nigga your-your, i thought quincy jones was your daddy, but he's your god daddy, and i found out al b sure!'s your real damn daddy, and your stepdaddy's p diddy, sean combs, puff daddy, p diddy, the nigga got nine names, the nigga got sean, sean john, p diddy, puff daddy, daddy diddy, combs, i-i-i overhead the nigga tell a nigga his name was deandre the other day, i said, "god dammit, even niggas with money be lyin'", shit, you know what?, i need to be a part of your family nigga, please, adopt me,