[* People talking *]
[Boots]
I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the court
I scribbled this on an application for county support
I practice this like a sport
Met Donald Trump and he froze up
Standing on his Bentley yelling Pimps down, hoes up
Some tryin` to front off
Break her ass a clump off
We gon` stop the world and make y`all motherfuckers jump off
This is my resume slash resignation
A ransom note with proposed legislation
A fevered ultimatum you should take it verbatim
Cause I got two bangin` pieces and you don`t wanna date em`
Flyin` kites for my folks at home
Who takin` tokes alone
We payin` rent on shit they ain`t even sposed to own
Narratin` through my verse, agitatin` when ya curse
It`s a million motherfuckers just waitin` on the first
Anticipatin` on the worst, wanna weightin` up ya purse
Shook the jobby job down at noon and don`t disperse
They wouldn`t pay ya ass as far as they can throw you
They think you punkin` but they don`t know you
Dissin` turf operata, play with twelve shot berettas
Buy the Burger King workers and we slappin` on ya lettuce
Wrote that in the back of those apartments
A coupon from agricultural departments
When we put down the X-O, we can let the threats go
And start shit, it`s the ghetto manifesto
[Chorus x2]
That`s what I`m talking about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North, and South
Gonna turn this party out
Hey, hey
[* People talking *]
[Boots]
Call me bird cause of my legs but my ass don`t sing
Got a house arrest anklet but it don`t bling bling
The homie with a cell but that shit don`t ring
But at lights out bars clang and souls get stang
Now it`s the hustlin` sound, trick where they muscle around blacks
Make ya thoughts heavy, drop a joint and make the ground crack
Even renowned historians have found that
The people only bounce back when they pound back
So I take out a spray can and paste the pavement
Defacin` gravements of a sufferin` nation
The files are flagrant and that`s the fragrance
I overheard them askin` vagrance for patients
So check the liner notes, I steal my finer quotes
For d-boys tryin` to flow them Gucci`s and designer boats
And party liner jokes and all kinds of folks
Who all kind of broke
But bought twenties cause they feel like a lot of smoke
The trees we got lifted by made our feet dangle
So when I say burn one I mean the Star-Spangled
Let`s all get high from the income angle
Bump this at the party even if it ain`t the single
Here`s a slum serenade, on razor blades and grenades
By nannies and maids who be polishin` the suede
You could let the sess blow but let`s make the sets grow
Into brigades with the ghetto manifesto
[Chorus x2]
[* People talking *]
