S.O.S.

Uh, yeah

I act like I'm that baby Brenda threw away
But I shine like I never seen a rainy day
Kinda cloudy like them diamonds that them rappers wear
Clownin' like jesters that be in front of kings chairs

But they don't make a crown big enough to fit my head
My self-esteem high, see it can nest eggs
I'm sippin' vodka straight, eatin' on fish eggs
Cashmere, and the color pastel
Used to have that crack like the liberty bell
But now I hit chicks with lips like Estelle

New SL, lights like fish eyes
Bitches say the dick good like Mickey D's French fries
Y'all never held weight, sorta like an ant thigh
Think you're doin' bad? Think about Apartheid

Look in a narc's eyes, ask him why he flicked me
Said, "Brown, I had to, just look at your history"
Tried to tell the dude the truth
He still reminiscin' when he used to lock me up for curfew

But I was just a young nigga stayin' past streetlights
Kinda fascinated findin' out what the streets like
Learned my lesson, fasho changed my ways
But the hook still treat me like the kid I was yesterday

And I'm still that nigga
We just gettin' started, roll another swisher
Crack another brew, cop another fifth
These rap niggas trash and all their beats filth
I pull up on 'em, my hat on tilt
The cutty sittin' high like Shaq on stilts
Like Shaq on stilts

Uh, it's like a, an unidentified foreign object
How you describe Brown as simple as a clock tick
But his beats harder than a witch nipple
Crazy as a hippie with a rifle sippin' ripple

Beat you with a mini bat 'til you reconsider that
That chain lookin' rusty, dawg, get rid of that
I'm a pirate with the Pyrex
Might fuck a bitch raw, Magic ain't died yet

Y'all niggas flow like cable, just the basic channel
Dough in front the fireplace, stacks to the mantel
Pleadin' guilty to anythin' they offer us
Coppin' out like quittin' police officers

But we off it bruh, cases we forfeit
6's high, hope the 24's fit
Instigate beef and we all get torched
In the middle of the bull, like united center half court

Blow Newport, laughin' at you hoes
Hittin' y'all raw like wettin' Gizmo
After 12, how can I excel
In the city where niggas don't know what's real
Uh, they don't know what's real
Ch-yeah, uh

And I'm still that nigga
We just gettin' started, roll another swisher
Crack another brew, cop another fifth
These rap niggas trash and all their beats filth
I pull up on 'em, my hat on tilt
The cutty sittin' high like Shaq on stilts
Like Shaq on stilts, uh