Good Morning America

Early morning brain fog,

Struggling to wake up,

and I cannot see, Adolf,

Word to Mac Mil,

Keep it real in the game dawg,

Never gonna change, even after fortune, fame, brawds,

Keep the same pace, great race of the great ones,

Pencil and a pad to erase all the fake ones,

Write a couple raps how they're lame and they flake off,

Frosty retards care more about icing than the cake dawg

Maaan ain't that some shit,

People on the streets trade love for a hit,

Drugs that these rap stars pushing to the kids,

And they wonder why the hip hop industry is mixed,

Flip flop niggas say they smoke so they can spit?

Gangster rappers are a joke, man I quit,

Trapped in my bars, dropped the soap, this is it,

I'm fucking up the game like a dog fucks a bitch

Sick of all the lame asses bragging bout hits,

Most of ya'll fakers never even seen a clip,

And I never shot a person but I'll shoot a fucking dog,

Honest Abe to these hip hop slaves,

knock em out with Lincoln logs,

leave em in a shallow grave, Red faced,

musta been fun to be a blood,

Shoot a random person just to try and be a thug,

But TLC called it, don't nobody want a scrub,

And you're jumpin in the ball pit with a loaded fucking gun,

And you think it's fucking awesome but the truth is you're just dumb,

You never had what it takes to be somebody,

And so you join in the ranks of the bloody,

Shoot a lady's face off just to take her money,

And you laugh at dead police like you think it's fucking funny,

Crooked cops are real but the truth is,

when you judge a group by the actions of one, you're a dufus,

And you're foolish, selling crack rocks to your mom for a few cents,

It's fucking stupid, and yeah I'm fucking mad what the fuck you gonna do bitch?

Drive by like a pussy bitch would,

Cadillac red trim, leather and the wood,

And you never leave the ghetto like you're tethered to the hood,

You musta won a gold medal cause you're thicker than some soot