Know What I'm Sayin' ?

What's the president doing? My brains all mush over-exposure To the burgers and the silicon and lust My mind thinking things that my body can't trust Why the good looking women all stare at us they was There when I told all the dudes on the bus They didn't believe me So I ripped one and make em all cuss! They got the hivvies in the city word to magic johnson They want my pockets plump Like the ass on kelly clarkson rosario dawson They ask you how's the song you say it's fuckin awesome, Doode walking down atlantic avenue flossin pase rock, Cincinnati, london, tokyo, boston you see me there Often doin the damn thang soul train linin Water slides and champagne mang! All the hollerback girls feel me didn't listen When I told you it was played out Really larock's new lament I speak with good intent she gave me the finger then the ass Then the rent it's money well spent when you 're living in a tent With thousand dollar kicks and shit staying bent all the time When I talk it's all the same tainmaining Trying not to spill the beans And leave it stained cuz we getting on down To some strange ass minutes, Peace the jar got the change but the value ain't in it no matter How you spin it we still gotta win it the road to hell is paved With the well intended in the grand scheme and the Larger scope we never seen That kinda money except for dope dope Everybody dyin going broke broke And they wanna fault a man for what he spoke, Nope going off on tangents words just running rampant Know what I'm sayin'? Make you dance make you shout make you sing Make you throw your hands up and make you do your thing Make you wanna do some drugs again Make you fall in love again Make you write some raps and get jacked for your publishing Let's pretend like we're smart and got scrill Lets pretend that our name is on the face of the bill Pretend like the boss like it matters who's president Another false prophet write a rhyme Like a testament and this is his psalm, He misses his mom music his life he can't get stuck on a song Dodge critics like iraqi kids ducking from bombs More junk than the stuff that's in a smackheads arms His sisters at war his brothers on crack He got nice shiny things on his cadillac He could change the world like they found out It ain't flat or like 19 cats With a suicide pact he don't wanna rap He just wants to stack he steps into the spot And you get pushed to the back Getting trump money almost forgot he was black Mr. policeman had to remind him of that 20 something years old Ain't ready to go troubleman got him on his way to the store Now he's in front of the judge and he's facing the row And a few life digits with no chance of parole Cell mate screaming what you in here for? man nothing, I'm innocent you already know it's the same old same old tired ass Show he was stuck on the fame like rick on blow And it killed him fast putting faith in crooks And got took like the coalition of the willing Cash, people, power, foreign soil Royal family aids oil black gold, texas t bush Like homie don't fuck with me unless you want static Compiled and erratic A day in the life know what I'm sayin? My mind thinking things that my body can't trust know what I'm sayin?