I pass a car with a star in it  I stare  
 For a minute  but that's the limit  
 Otherwise gas won't be the only thing  
 I'm losin' money too...ooh wee! It's  
 Tuesday  two days after the weekend  
 Imagine if the weekend was a day for  
 Weak minded men   anyway  
 I re take my train of thought  I bought  
 a fat sack and I'm happy cause I got nappy  
 Soldiers in my crew  ya through  if  
 You don't learn so I learnt, that I'm burnt  
 I ran into my homie, yeah wassup?  
 At least I thought he was, but then I caught  
 the buzz that he was talkin behind my back  
 From his girl, ain't that Earl? For  
 Those who can't feel me, Earl means wack  
 In fact, I had that problem a few times  
 But I'll just splurge it in a new rhyme, then forget it  
 Maybe I'll split it in half, or laugh like this...  
 Ha ha ha... can u feel me?  
  
 I faked the funk, and conversated without a doubt  
 He was a chump, but with clout, I ended my route  
 at the liquor store and I tried to  
 buy a Guiness Stout, but I remembered it was nasty  
 But fools drink it cause it's a hip-hop classy  
 You can miss me with that trendy drink  
 Cause they, all make your breath stink, plus  
 death is linked to all alcohol that Arabians won't let you buy  
 they keep tellin me my identification is a lie  
 Why would I, put my face on plastic and in the space  
 where it says birthdate put "see owner"  
 fool, I'm a teenage organ donor  
 So I pick up my I.D. I ain't trippin - why?  
 Cause I'm high, already, on life  
 Once again - I'm riding  
 I'm about to hit the eastside of Oakland  
 I got my seat belt on so when the heat's felt  
 From 5.0, I'll turn up the song and start  
 Singing, "I wish police was a lease  
 that was up" Can u feel me?  
  
 Well it's gettin dark, but it's daylight savings time  
 Clocks go back, but I stay focused and  
 ahead cause I wanna be fat, can u feel me?  
 If you rap I like to fully flex, I like to box  
 I like breakin bullies necks  
 I like collecting checks and collecting respect  
 But I'm not there yet and until then I'll just sell dank - sacks  
 20's, 10's, I'm drivin the weights to be  
 prepared in case I meet my fate and I'm always  
 thinking, "Where will I go when I die?  
 Will I be underground like I am now  
 or in the sky?" My man plan B is smilin  
 cause he can feel me, wassup Jess