Makin a New rap it's kinda shootin' craps, never know what you're gonna get, just don't think before you act.
Help from the 30 sack to keep myself on track, before I lose my thoughts and my ideas go black.
But the fact is that, I don't need that shit to drag me back, to where I was livin' in a dirty ass trap,
always sad and mad, never wanted to become a man who relies on other people or living in his van.
Down by the river, living in a sliver, drink until I pass out and continue to kill my liver.
Always trust my sister, but I never ask for givers, I'd rather be cold and shiver or hunt with bow and quivers.
But mister, don't you want to succeed in life? Not if it means working everyday and sleeping through the night.
I'd rather stay up and watch that sunlight get so bright, while you all do the same thing with your butt holes so tight.
Now some of you might get mad or might take offense, but before you get all crazy, take a second and dispense,
All these crazy ideas that be stuck inside your head, as if a little word is the reason that a person got shot dead.
I say what comes to mind, I don't feed no bullshit lies, so why do you even try to tell me that what I do isn't right, or civilize, I won't comprise, I don't put on a disguise, so why don't you stick with yours and i'll stick with mine.
Thinking you always know best, thinking god will always bless, but let me tell you something, when your life is just a mess, and you've been under arrest, and you're taking drug tests, you have no other option but to forget about the rest.
I flew from your nest, I've grown hair on my chest, I'm trying to move out from the fucking Midwest, and I don't need you to get me dress, I don't love you any less, I just wanna make it clear that I don't need you to assess.
I'm sorry to make such a beautiful day to go away and let myself rain all the thoughts that causes pain, but this has been ingrained like a collar stain, and I'm ready to drain all the bad things I have obtained.
I didn't drop this beat to complain, but for the love, of rapping over verses, man I can never have enough.
So I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I'm not always going to play, I have feelings I have bad days.
My name is chico, I'm trying to get Rico, that's why I always work my ass off selling that green Dro.
Working with my stereo, for that extra dough, I'm not interested unless we're talking Robert Dinero.
So I leave you here with this rap that I wrote, in about a couple hours and I bet ya didn't know, that I also play the drums, piano and the cello. I'm one talented mother fucker who has a natural flow.