GONE FISHING

I thought that headache had gone away
I guess buffered aspirin is not enough
Going fishing

Lyrically not for the masses
But I got beats lined up to get they ass kicked
A dang rapper but I never been on rap shit
My verse is like a heavy hand on (bald heads)
It's hard not to slap it, my passion is Christ-like
Write like Ernest Hemingway but I fight like
Mike with a slight bite, real deal Holyfield type night
You are what they might like, bitch I'm the zeitgeist
Since I was like, mm what, 16?

Went to school and spit mean
My dawgs was toting hammers, we ain't talking 'bout no split screen
I'm so ill, I'm sick, mean, but back then I sipped lean
And I'm talking way back when Jay-Z had big jeans
Fuck the best rapper shit, I'm tryna make bitches
I can't be the GOAT and still be broke, it's not fitting (yeah)
A history of hits but not for you, it's not hitting
I'm outtie 5000 in this bitch, I'm going fishing

Uh, uh, uh (going fishing)
Uh, uh, uh
Stop, stop, stop, right here, right there

Oh my God, a bitch-ass nigga approaches
Type to steal your roaches when your homie's done smoking
A real charlatan who's irrelevant at the moment
Hardly amount to nothing, I leave 'em pissing and puffing
Your life resume saying you really suck at this
Bad bitch succubus, ass is ridiculous
'Fore you had a style, you had to carry a suffix

Sled on your ice is never a cool run-in
Fossil fuel enough, I make the booth the gas chamber
The gorilla in the mist like Mystikal, you all in danger
I'm submerged in the paper, bread to get it when I wake up
Doctors say it's been a part of my genetic makeup
Layup, really wish you could've been a baller
You a angry fan in the stands, you a bother
Last quarter serving up your team in one sitting
(What are you doing there?)
Bitch, I'm going fishing

For three days you'll be doing nothing but fishing
I believe he was fired