I had to lose everything to appreciate Everything I used to take for granted Now the tabletop's granite Call me the hopeless romantic Used to be empty-handed Stackin' digits under the bed The clothes stay unbranded And now the seeds have been planted Time to reap, what you sow Rest easy everyone below Including the death of my fuckin' ego Do my own stunts Evel Knievel Gotta go a lot more quicker than that, too slow Never mind, these rhymes are ice-cold You can throw me in a cup, I don't give a fuck Do my little dance, make a couple of bucks I got you more covered than Farmers' Insurance Don't drink, so pass the motherfukin' blunt Fuck a double, man, I do my own stunts Show up to the function and my presence is my present Big Gulp when I bust out with the weapon 'Pop, pop', that's a Smith and Wesson Pistol-whippin' all the motherfuckin' Karens Never listen, better learn your fuckin' lesson Big Gulp when I bust out with the weapon 'Pop, pop', that's a Smith and Wesson Fuck a double, man, I do my own stunts Show up to the function and my presence is my present Big Gulp when I bust out with the weapon 'Pop, pop', that's a Smith and Wesson More compulsive than cologne, that's Obsession I swear I'm cleaner than a Haze, that's Lemon JPK, an 11 out of 10, you're a seven