[Intro: Spose]
Yeah, yeah...
Dankonia...
Peter Sparker, Spizzy spose...[?]
It's the return
[Verse: Spose]
I got no lies in my lyrics
[?]
[?]...say Maine I got my bearings
I got whole milk in my coffee
Bro give me a topping
I'll flip it how they wouldn't think of flipping it
Funny how...[?]
I got no fights I been in
Size thirty my denim
Interior cluttered
Exterior dented
I had a major label with a big amount
And I wish that I hadn't spent it now
Went up in smoke, now I'm broke no cash
So I overdraft my check account
Can't afford no reefer
Can't afford no features
Say my name I used to be in the game
Now I'm sitting up in those bleachers
My wrist still not blinging
Phone still not ringing
Gmail, check forty times a day
But no new messages in it
You wanna know what's even more
My booking agent was Peter Schwartz
He booked Wiz Khalifa and Mac Miller
And he slept on me then re-divorced
But it's like he never knew me though
Finally told him it was time to go
He said "OK" and he told me that my *******t reminds him of Coolio (What?)
Really dude my *******t reminds you of Coolio?
Is the alphabet full of numerals?
Did you dudes forget that I'm super *******?
That I'm proven human spewing truly moving *******t for the dudes and bros
Up in Maine where it's two below and I don't rap 'bout no groupie hoes
You think my *******t sounds like Coolio? (*******!)
[Outro: Spose]
*******... ten years of lyrical *******t...
Three albums two mixtapes...
Dense ass verses and I sound like Coolio...? (C'mon...)