Hundred Acres

Original

Yeah, nigga you ain't gettin' no money, you ain't, ain't gettin' no bitches, you ain't doin' shit, man. Yeah. What you mean? Yeah, motherfucker, yeah.

Listen to me, motherfucker, I'm gonna talk to you. Hold on.

If this the last supper, then my lover gettin' three plates.

Liberate a free state, communism sweepstakes. We on a island, I'm sellin' seaweed to Poseidon.

He gave us free housin', somethin' to spend a life in.

My heart buck out, animated like a Black cookout. With Johnny Bravo, he the white lookout.

Don't look up, don't worry 'bout it, baby, everybody eatin' good. Yeah, I'm eatin' honey with

Winnie in Hundred Acre Woods. We in the Deep South gettin' coin.

I'm in the library packin' up books, tell your nigga join.

And tell your nigga jump, I'm a boss, I'ma hunt. Eat the cat good, he can pick the book of the month.

And yes, I mean that, I wrote this on my beanbag.

I sacrifice my sanity hopin' to get my dream back. A clean rag on a dusty floor. Rap underground princess, the love galore.

For real,

I know somebody better give me my G's.

For real, or I'ma have to get mine from these streets.

For real, I gotta look out for me.

Everyday struggle, niggas hustle in the background.

Never had a cap gown, graduated my college years. Volunteered crystal clear like I made a wish.

Rise from the swamp with them voodoo practices.

Princess Tiana in Bahamas on a beach like, "Fuck a sauna. " Cut the drama, I told you I'm feelin' froggy, bitch.

Been a long year since I hopped on a pogo stick.

Niggas ain't gettin' no play like I'm home and sick. I wanna go outside and parlay on a brunch date.

This nigga just bought me a parfait. He 'bout to eat cake, I'm blowin' his candle like birthday.

Wishes do come true, I told you, boo.

I'm outside , with a blunt up in the sky. Rapunzel been lettin' this hair lock, I'ma climb.

Down a rabbit hole, Wonderland, I got time.

This is station sixty-nine, enjoy your smooth -ride. -For real,

I know somebody better give me my G's.

For real, or I'ma have to get mine from these streets.

For real, I gotta look out for me.

Someone's gotta pay, yeah.

For real, I know somebody better give me my G's.

For real, or I'ma have to get mine from these streets.

For real, I gotta look out for me.

-Gotta look out.

-Man, I ain't waitin' around for these motherfuckin' niggas no more. I'm finna go outside. Whether it's the grocery store,

I don't care if it's the mall, bitch, I'm outside. Listen to me now, okay?

You hear me? If you finna get yours, I'm finna get mine. If it's Tuesday, Wednesday,

Thursday, I don't care.

I'm outside. I'm outside.

I'm outside.