Some want some type of something, some are that something Some got some, know some ***, some ain't got nothing Some think, some talk, huh Some plan, some walk, huh Some don't, some do, huh Some won't, not Lou, huh Flofin' it when I go in it, I'ma grow in it when I foe in it Backpackin' with a crack trackin', I'ma get a bed with a hoe in it I'm gonna pop like Sprite, but I'm not about to drop a foe in it Epileptic epigram ejected through my pen, I'm Edgar Allan Poe with it I don't wanna lie anymore, I don't try but I'ma soar Day and night, day and night, my mind might never touch the floor Every day I'm in a war, now I'm better than before Stew like the hyperbolic time chamber I'm Super Saiyan 4 They say, oh Lou, promise I'ma go cool Can't even handle me with no pen I keep it a hundred, you go ten You are not ready for battle, ayy Too hard to pay you a chattel, ayy You better do what you oughta I'ma do what I gotta I don't walk around with no stick But I'ma walk around with that pencil, damn Walk around with that mental, damn You walk around with that stencil, damn You follow, I study You won't catch me, that's my thing, bitch If you ain't, go hit them Ops with me, then you ain't gang, bitch Don't be callin' all confused about it You'll just get dialed tone Tell them buck niggas, judge niggas All for color to die alone, uh Young black star on the scene I'm the most uptight you've seen Maybe not, maybe so, don't know I'ma still go get me all on my green, ah Out of it, I'ma get mine on command Either way, baby, I get my hang time *** my ghost step and he black and he blue When I link with the birdie like gang time Link with your bitch for the fang time Thinkin' of such every dang time Heart on my sleeve like the paint on my vans I'll be off of the wall when I slang rhyme You step into STU, then you gotta be dumb And you gotta be clueless I think I learned nothin', I think I found nothin' That snigga not movin', he sureless Askin' me, how do you do this? Not a single thing that loomis I'ma hit every target while I'm steady curvin' The faith of the trueness, uh I drop all who *** New phone, don't know you I kick, push, kick, push Round town, tell them, go, go, Lou I'ma drop off telly, huh I don't wanna get me a burner, huh Motormouth, Ma 44 Strapped up, Timmy Turner, huh Strapped up, Timmy Lerner, huh Word all, I'm murder, huh I am no longer that regular student Don't ever try and get ahead If you dummies think you leavin' me dead We got a problem like we got a fed Know your place, don't be the one to fail Look in the mirror, cause I wish you well, bitch