Outro II (feat. Bowzer the Blame)

Granny-
She's here, Mr. Johnson
Thank you, thank you very much
Granny, they're expecting you
Yes, they are
You're a little late, so come right this way
Step right here, ok?
What, say it
Awww, get it baby
To Shirley and Frances, I love you and miss you
And that's for real
But, yo
After going thru pandemics, my mind wasn't in it
Writer's block like a bitch, hoping that she don't comment Or commit
I gave her ass a forfeit
That pussy was the culprit
She flipped my funky worm
She want that raw shit
That raw shit that always get ya open
Consider it second to weed smoking
I ain't joking
Go and follow the leader
Betcha I paid in full
Take a sip of my liter, then I'm bout to blaze a bowl
Why I'm the blame is something that you're guilty of
Bars with love scars, but I ain't even Trippie tho
Vibe on Woodstock, but I ain't even hippie tho
On the dealio, pointing fingers, Mr. Arsenio
Ain't a comeback nor a season premiere
But that funky dope shit in your ears
We had to make sure that the biscuits were quarantined
Rappers catch Corona, slurring difficult rhyme schemes
Then they start to pout, slowly changing to moodrings
Dressed in nothing else but dirty beaters and shoe strings
This ain't a new thing
I did it for decades
The only difference is I didn't do it to get paid
All bout the craft, all bout the art
They telling me to stop but I don't think they wanna start
Fucking with a guarded heart, the dumbest thing you can do
Crying about some noise pollution when it's you in the booth
Had to get this off my chest before I start the debut
Tired of hearing rappers fraudulent
It's time to stay true
Cuz once I'm isolated, and my mind is hella faded
Be prepared for the premeditated, and often hated
Complicated, but who said that life would be easy
Took a while on this batch, B
I'm bout to call you Yeezy
Fuck a delay, we gonna let the music parlay
And there's one more thing that I got to say
Dad, you would've been 68
The fact of you not being here, I really do hate
All I can do is celebrate and spin your collection til the end of time
RIP TEC, you always on my mind Bowzer

They want that funky shit, funky shit, yea yea (Give it to em B!)
They want that gutta shit, gutta shit, yea yea (Give it to em B!)
That other shit they ain't fucking wit, yea yea (Fucking wit)
They want that shit, want that Bowzer shit, yea yea (Bowzer shit)

B!
Two times in a row, my *****, ha ha!
But you know how we... how we gonna end this off, right?
The right way