Know What I'm Sayin' ?

What's the president doing?
My brains all mush over-exposure
To the burgers and the silicon and lust
My mind thinking things that my body can't trust
Why the good looking women all stare at us they was
There when I told all the dudes on the bus
They didn't believe me
So I ripped one and make em all cuss!
They got the hivvies in the city word to magic johnson
They want my pockets plump
Like the ass on kelly clarkson rosario dawson
They ask you how's the song you say it's fuckin awesome,
Doode walking down atlantic avenue flossin pase rock,
Cincinnati, london, tokyo, boston you see me there
Often doin the damn thang soul train linin
Water slides and champagne mang!
All the hollerback girls feel me didn't listen
When I told you it was played out
Really larock's new lament
I speak with good intent she gave me the finger then the ass
Then the rent it's money well spent when you 're living in a tent
With thousand dollar kicks and shit staying bent all the time
When I talk it's all the same tainmaining
Trying not to spill the beans
And leave it stained cuz we getting on down
To some strange ass minutes,
Peace the jar got the change but the value ain't in it no matter
How you spin it we still gotta win it the road to hell is paved
With the well intended in the grand scheme and the
Larger scope we never seen
That kinda money except for dope dope
Everybody dyin going broke broke
And they wanna fault a man for what he spoke,
Nope going off on tangents words just running rampant
Know what I'm sayin'?
Make you dance make you shout make you sing
Make you throw your hands up and make you do your thing
Make you wanna do some drugs again
Make you fall in love again
Make you write some raps and get jacked for your publishing
Let's pretend like we're smart and got scrill
Lets pretend that our name is on the face of the bill
Pretend like the boss like it matters who's president
Another false prophet write a rhyme
Like a testament and this is his psalm,
He misses his mom music his life he can't get stuck on a song
Dodge critics like iraqi kids ducking from bombs
More junk than the stuff that's in a smackheads arms
His sisters at war his brothers on crack
He got nice shiny things on his cadillac
He could change the world like they found out
It ain't flat or like 19 cats
With a suicide pact he don't wanna rap
He just wants to stack he steps into the spot
And you get pushed to the back
Getting trump money almost forgot he was black
Mr. policeman had to remind him of that 20 something years old
Ain't ready to go troubleman got him on his way to the store
Now he's in front of the judge and he's facing the row
And a few life digits with no chance of parole
Cell mate screaming what you in here for? man nothing,
I'm innocent you already know it's the same old same old tired ass
Show he was stuck on the fame like rick on blow
And it killed him fast putting faith in crooks
And got took like the coalition of the willing
Cash, people, power, foreign soil
Royal family aids oil black gold, texas t bush
Like homie don't fuck with me unless you want static
Compiled and erratic
A day in the life know what I'm sayin?
My mind thinking things that my body can't trust know what I'm sayin?