Yeah, no ***s when I go nuts Yeah, no ***s when I go nuts Cause I smoke dust, overdose on the sofa Yeah, I give no ***s when I go nuts Cause I smoke dust, overdose on the sofa Dead, woke up from a coma, pulled up in a soda Smoke went back to bed, never thought I'd be such a loner I tell my bitch that I ***in' own her My neighbor's daughter just got a dog I'ma run it over, I'ma *** a soldier So cold, bro, *** pneumonia All my bitches got love for Sosa I just wanna *** Rosa Acosta Then ***appear in Southern California Strung out so tonight I'm chillin' Everybody worried that the lights might kill him Fear sights slippin', long lines of those white women I'm with the homies, bumpin' countin' crows Just went through a half-ounce of coke Blood pourin' all over my nose Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem I'm ***in' hot, leave publicized When the sun go down, I come alive Cause the guns go off in the summertime Guns go off in the summertime, blaow This another mother***in' rap song Broken, crazy, rich and famous Doesn't last long Spent all my cash on a broken dream Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean All I got's this mansion and this poker freak But don't I look so handsome in these polo jeans? Don't I look so handsome in these polo jeans? Polo, polo, polo, polo, polo, polo Polo, polo, polo, polo, polo, polo I blow a split before the ink dries on the paper And lately I don't like ***, I been inside on the daily Gettin' wasted is the time that I'm spendin' high and sedated I'm puttin' five in his face because we don't buy in the bull*** As soon as his flashlight's in, it's Kush to hide in the bushes I do this *** out of spite cause it's niggas that overlook me forever I'm more content with dark and stormier weather Flip the ***in' cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better But here's a toast to your efforts And don't approach me with nothin' that isn't money or breakfast I'm close to chokin' a pussy, pussy, sweaty man You best to bet your bottom dollar on him With a couple niggas weighin' sets like it's a lot of options Fifteen on me for soda and Swishers Now who's the *** a bag of chips and a colon to cleanse it? I'm over bitches tryna act like I owe him a picture Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol Listen, S.T. was the ode to initials Bent rap games, tighter than boa constrictors Rollin' stone like a boulder ravin' I'm so impatient and goin' dumb as *** Closin' my ***in' home location to total strangers No lovin' my art for coppers, blood from my lungs on the scene Cashin' out off the garments, the hardest, *** what you think The sky'll turn black and it carry his good pic And my flesh when I rest, tell him, bury me adrift This another mother***in' rap song Broke and crazy, rich and famous, doesn't last long Spent all my cash on a broken dream Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean All I got's this mansion and this potpourri But don't I look so handsome in these polo jeans? Don't I look so handsome in these polo jeans? Polo, Polo, Polo , Polo, Polo Polo, Polo, Polo Polo, Polo Polo, Polo Lolo Polo, Polo Lolo