[Intro] Straight up, man—I don't expect y'all niggas to understand me Niggas ain't exposed to real shit, they think everything's a fucking movie It's not all about a character, dogs It's about real people It's about real life, man Y'all niggas live in a fucking box Straight up
[Interlude] Faggot-ass journalist niggas, like, if you always spit the same shit Niggas say, oh, he's one dimensional, he's not diverse, blah, blah, blah Then when you hit 'em with all angles, let them see you a real person, different sides of you Fucking smart-dumb niggas can't even analyze that shit Get the fuck out of here, man You write about us
[Verse 2] Fuck a character, my only style is straightforward Sometimes I drive slow, and other times I straight floor it Either way, you see me whippin' both, I'm still me I let my story speak for itself, I'm so G That means godly—picture pitchforks piercin' me Fun-loving, fight when it on and move fiercefully Renaissance man, fresh, far from forgettable Unfiltered version of my life, I'm hospitable Sit, have a seat, marinate in my mind state Crush competition, then contribute to the crime rate I think life's a bitch; literally, I'm on a blind date How could someone analyze the real if they define fake? People like myself be on the top 'cause we design fate Whole life, took matters into my own hands Y'all niggas still fucking with old plans, we graduates Swing swords, shootin' up spots to tame savages Laurenovich
[Verse 3] Crafted cleverly, Kelly Kapowski's cocaine Cornball comprehension 'cause confusion, no brain If you couldn't comprehend it, you don't understand much Laurenovicci isn't TV, rep a world you can't touch Silk shirts and sodomy, son—fuck the lottery Official how it's gotta be, my city is an odyssey Fly talk, rocks camo on floats over your dome-piece My niggas' flow heats disown streets cause I'm a known beast Move dolo most the time, rock Polo, 'posed to shine International think rational, niggas supposed to grind I visit three worlds about every three hours So my vision's unclear to these play-the-scene cowards Confusing, wondering, like an eye without vision How my slang is runnin' wild, like a world without prison I infuse the olive oil; drizzle on your meal Hit these devils with they own pitchfork, so let 'em squeal It's Laurenovich
[Outro] Analyze that, you fuckin' genius-ass niggas, man You really know it all, man They're real great guys over there, man Shout out to the whole staff You got some real excellent writers writing for you, man You guys should quit journalism and just be detectives Such genius is being wasted on a motherfuckin' blog