99 problems all gone in that one joint
And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint
I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster
With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda
Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera
And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run
The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out
Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out
Nomadic, chrome-grabbing with his day job
A manger born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do
Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet
The label don't like me but they pay me a grip
And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists
My nikkas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like
What the fukk you saying? All that aiming amiss
Hey, I'm a fukk the freckles off your bytch, nikka
Earl > your favorite rappers favorite rappers favorite rapper but I already said that