before a whore would hold me and way before the rollie i was bustin raps just so i wouldn't feel bored and lonely. i went from bussin tables to my own label. this ain't a fable, bitch. i'm raisin cain cuz i was able. i used to staple flyers to posts, now i'm the most recognized. never sell out. to hell with all them devlish lies. my bank account's on swole. i finally got my weight up cuz jacob never gave up his goal. started with a fuckin dollar and scratch-off, now hoes be trynna holler and the bros be takin hats off. life is but a dream. shout out to nursery rhymes. they used to skip over my verses, now they press rewind. i was a stupid individual but now i gets residuals. shorty in the auditorium givin me visuals. i'm makin millions cuz i'm brilliant and resilent and i went from bein a civilian to straight killin shit. you haters had it up to here, i know it. you secretly be on the dick but you just too chicken to show it. now i'm drinkin moet like its h20, shit. suppose it's because i made all this dough just from bein a poet. feels good to be good. feels great to be great. feels dope to be dope. feels straight to be jake. all my enemies are rude. trynna take my sunny day and run away and fuckin make me into ebeneezer scrooge, but i'm stickin to the posi. i'll be dipped if you could pause me. fuck you if you sleepin on me, like my name was cosby (WOW!). i'm a zombie with the mic. bout to probably get a bite to eat. the mic and me go right together like some rice and beans. the mic and me go right together like sublime and weed. speakin of which, time to get high like i just climbed a tree. slow like an armadillo from the cigarillo. used to be hungry, now its hundies in the bill-fold. my swag is off the andy richter. catch the young'n out in peoplestown. man he's around. damn he's a fixture. it's the mister blister. takin sips of christmas liquor, watchin sister sister. bartenders love me cuz i'm known to be sickest tipper. you fit the picture of a dickless hipster.