[Verse 1: K. Sparks]
This be the dope flow that the feens wanting
Until it bleeds I don't care
They saying that I'm crazy nice (ay yo b)
But you ain't Jay Z wife
My crazy life critics analyzing what I say
They just bad cab drivers take everything the wrong way
We really raw ya'll never saw
Stevie Wonder wipping that Hummer that mean a problem
Twin heaters, Slim Jesus
That new black face it got white skin y'all could holla
My flow be off the chain I mean truly bruh
Ya'll came close but no cigars y'all like some Lucy's bruh
[Verse 2: K. Sparks]
Ya'll losing, My dudes bring
Force that make Incredible Hulk look like a mood swing
I be that rapper that rapping rappers be rapping bout
(Say it louder for the people in the back)
You in amazement, Now who ya came with
I got a new lease on life minus the car payment
And see my aim is as never heinous as being famous
(Say it louder for the people in the back)
[Bridge: L Richards]
Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure
Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure
Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure
Pain, Pleasure, Pain, Pleasure
Black people love me like I'm cocoa butter chapstick
White people love me like I'm Star Bucks or Brad Pitt
But still it's ditto my riddle diddle to get a fiddle in the middle and I go mental on any instrumental
[Verse 3: K. Sparks]
I'm bearing arms like wife beaters these tight sneakers
So inner city like black students with white teachers
And Christ teach us despite preachers that's lying wait
These adolescence getting higher than the crime rate
That's not a stereotype that's what it be
So even if a rapper (spit) couldn't spit it like me
That's not a stereotype that's what it be
So even if a rapper (spit) couldn't spit it like me
