I Aint Cried Yet

Ayo, I swang hoopties
 Nose running I'm tooted up
 I cop loosies
 Ahkie give em up for two a buck
 I hock loogies
 Take shots of 'gac to loosen up
 You're chop suey
 Don't stir, I'll fry your noodle up
 I make the story sound good like crisis actors
 Put pen to page and write a passage, as a rite of passage
 I came from out the shadows like Sting, in the rafters
 Try sleeping to the sounds of gunfire and drunken laughter
 I felt worthless, butt naked and hopeless
 My urges, impulses, obsessive compulsive
 Nose drip, gold tipped, Durags, my old shit
 I'm with the action
 Get it crackin', like a glow stick
 My mom said I walked at 9 months and I ain't tired yet
 So why would niggas try F?
 Your guess is good as my guess
 But I digress, I finesse the Pyrex
 She said I'd kick myself when she gone
 I ain't cried yet
 I ain't cried yet
 When she all drama
 I don't even get pissed no more
 I blow scama
 Too high to even kiss a whore
 I rope collars
 If you wanna hang, I'll lift you more
 Feet kicking, frantic, inches off the floor
 As kids we got lead poisoned, by the paint chips
 Low top Adidas I rock 'em, to floss the anklet
 Lay paint with, a canvas of drums
 And a wave synth
 Open up ya mind like a flower and pluck ya brainstem
 I'd sell out in a heartbeat, if the industry liked me
 To sell ticks (Celtics) the whole point God (point guard), word to Kyrie
 At my least I stay with a band, like a timepiece
 The first of a new wave, and the last of a dying breed