DURA(ble).

Chewing it up before spitting it out I'm sick of you like the crumbs under couches You don't make sense where ya mouth is I don't have self doubt, you lie like you own the house where you live at You a fat cat Yet you lacking lasagna Even paper got depth on ya Bout as deep as bin full of clean laundry What you jot for your joints I could smoke any second I don't get your point You're just jabbing at the most simple of messages "Oh we gone f*ck bitches" But you don't f*ck shit? Without stealing from others How the f*ck did you function? You only suck seed you don't succeed, bitch Genital jumping In general, you just an edible Parasitic; plastic lil vegetable Don't care what your self worth is Don't act like you give a shit Ulterior motives Don't show off your wrench just to toss it in motors No shot you'd show up to Moda Envious of all my excrement I'm dropping nuggets and your beats a sedative F*ck it I'm hitting the hay