Know What I'm Sayin'?

What's the president doing?
 My brains all mush over-exposure
 To the burgers and the silicon and lust
 My mind thinking things that my body can't trust
 Why the good looking women all stare at us they was
 There when I told all the dudes on the bus
 They didn't believe me
 So I ripped one and make em all cuss!
 They got the hivvies in the city word to magic johnson
 They want my pockets plump
 Like the ass on kelly clarkson rosario dawson
 They ask you how's the song you say it's fuckin awesome,
 Doode walking down atlantic avenue flossin pase rock,
 Cincinnati, london, tokyo, boston you see me there
 Often doin the damn thang soul train linin
 Water slides and champagne mang!
 All the hollerback girls feel me didn't listen
 When I told you it was played out
 Really larock's new lament
 I speak with good intent she gave me the finger then the ass
 Then the rent it's money well spent when you 're living in a tent
 With thousand dollar kicks and shit staying bent all the time
 When I talk it's all the same tainmaining
 Trying not to spill the beans
 And leave it stained cuz we getting on down
 To some strange ass minutes,
 Peace the jar got the change but the value ain't in it no matter
 How you spin it we still gotta win it the road to hell is paved
 With the well intended in the grand scheme and the
 Larger scope we never seen
 That kinda money except for dope dope
 Everybody dyin going broke broke
 And they wanna fault a man for what he spoke,
 Nope going off on tangents words just running rampant
 Know what I'm sayin'?
 Make you dance make you shout make you sing
 Make you throw your hands up and make you do your thing
 Make you wanna do some drugs again
 Make you fall in love again
 Make you write some raps and get jacked for your publishing
 Let's pretend like we're smart and got scrill
 Lets pretend that our name is on the face of the bill
 Pretend like the boss like it matters who's president
 Another false prophet write a rhyme
 Like a testament and this is his psalm,
 He misses his mom music his life he can't get stuck on a song
 Dodge critics like iraqi kids ducking from bombs
 More junk than the stuff that's in a smackheads arms
 His sisters at war his brothers on crack
 He got nice shiny things on his cadillac
 He could change the world like they found out
 It ain't flat or like 19 cats
 With a suicide pact he don't wanna rap
 He just wants to stack he steps into the spot
 And you get pushed to the back
 Getting trump money almost forgot he was black
 Mr. policeman had to remind him of that 20 something years old
 Ain't ready to go troubleman got him on his way to the store
 Now he's in front of the judge and he's facing the row
 And a few life digits with no chance of parole
 Cell mate screaming what you in here for? man nothing,
 I'm innocent you already know it's the same old same old tired ass
 Show he was stuck on the fame like rick on blow
 And it killed him fast putting faith in crooks
 And got took like the coalition of the willing
 Cash, people, power, foreign soil
 Royal family aids oil black gold, texas t bush
 Like homie don't fuck with me unless you want static
 Compiled and erratic
 A day in the life know what I'm sayin?
 My mind thinking things that my body can't trust know what I'm sayin?