S O S

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 sipping vodka straight, eating 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 a (?) 
  Think you're doing 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 reminiscing when he used to lock me up for curfew 
  But I was just a young nigga staying past street lights 
  Kinda fascinated finding out what the streets like 
  Learned my lesson, for sure changed my ways 
  But the hook still treat me like the kid I was yesterday 

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

  It's like a 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 sipping ripple 
  Beat you with a mini bat 'til you reconsider that 
  That chain looking rusty dog, 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, stack center mantel 
  Pleading guilty to anything they offer us 
  Copping out like quitting 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, laughing at you hoes 
  Hitting y'all raw like wetting Gizmo 
  After twelve, how can I excel 
  In the city where niggas don't know what's real 

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