Something Familiar (Freestyle) #2 Video (MV)

I had to do it again
Told y'all my computer froze just like the wind
But ya' know I had to bring it back
Joey with his whack ass on the track
(Joey Brickz!)
Joey on the track?! Oh my God, that's whack!
Yeah, hollone, hollone

I'mma give it, something to you a little familiar
But you know you gotta do it to ya, do it to ya!
Gotta get up go get the money
And you know you gotta live the purpose for your f*ckin' life
Can't sit on the couch, no couch potato
Cause you know we muh'f*ckin' bakin' 'em
Muh'f*ckin' shakin' 'em, muh'f*ckin' breakin' 'em
Breakin' 'em down like the blunt
And you know you gotta roll another one to calm your nerves
'Cause that bitch done worked on 'em
Yeah, that bitch done twerked on 'em, how disrespectful!
And you know it's something familiar
And you know.., you keep going through the same cycle
Dealing with the trifling ass "dyke-ls"
And you know these cycles, and you know

I'm just talkin' out my motherf*ckin' head
I'm just talkin', I need to go to f*ckin' bed
But you know, I done already said that
But you know I don't even give a f*ck!
I don't even give a truck! (I need one)
I don't even give a f*ck! (I need one)
Yeah, I need to get hit from the back...,
And you need to get hit like that!

Bitch you mad, 'cause I'm talkin' my shxt, and you ain't
And you know you ain't...,
Got no spray paint to spray that shit
I'm finna cop a new f*ckin' whip
Any motherf*ckin' day, any motherf*ckin' okay way
I just need to, need to, make a plan...,
Make a plan..., make my f*ckin' America great again!

I'm talkin' 'bout my shit...,
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout my own bihh...,
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout my own nigga...,
Yeah, I'm talkin' about makin' my own figures!
Yeah, I thought it was better to re-record it
'Cause you know it go a little bit harder
And you know i got muh'f*ckin' water everywhere

In muh'f*ckin' gallons..., muh'f*ckin' salads!
And you know, healthy on a bitch
And you know healthy on my f*ckin' wrist
And you that's lite work
And my lightwork, is rappin' on the f*ckin' mic
And you know, I hang out with niggas, gays, and f*ckin' dykes
I don't f*ckin' discriminate, -nate

Nate Nate, what ya' say?
What ya' say over here today?
And you know that was kinda "kay"
And we know we kinda, having a good time
Something familiar, we just on our f*ckin' vibe
And you know..., we doin' our own thang
Gotta get the money all ways

Gotta relax, f*ckin' vibe
Can't be no f*ckin' tri-flin as hoe...,
And you know you all you gotta hoes hit the door
This ain't no hot stinkin' ass pussy summer
And you know bitch...,
Motherf*ck ya!
And you know..., gotta back it up like a big trucker!