Minus The Bullshit

Minus the bullshit

Minus the bullshit

Woah, woah, woah, minus the bullshit

Oh, minus the bullshit

Minus the bull—

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Minus the bull—

Never thought I'd be

Sitting here, penning many memories

Synchronisity, uh, as the swimmers be

Here with my brother from the city where it's windy

Yeah, coincidentally, I'm never shy about the moves made

Boom-bappin' with a briefcase

Corporate hustle, sneak rhymin' on my lunch break

Treble clef tats

Wall-to-wall traffic, yeah, it's back to the rat race

Raps in the Jansport

Drove way to Porter Ranch, janky aux cord

For a chance to record

Spittin' pain at the people transform into stamps on your passport

What more can a girl with ambition really ask for?

'Specially when they carin' about your story and pay you cash for it

'Cause I was chillin' up at Kenneth Hahn

Thinkin' 'bout how we really did it, huh

See, we already won

To all my rellies, I'm sendin' you love

Product of the village and pillars that's buildin' me up

Layer by layer

There's proof in every pudding flavor and power and prayer

I did a lot of snake charmin' and lot of landscapin'

But it seems to be diviniely orchestrated

No matter how you add it up, it's great ain't it?

Aight

Woah, woah, woah, minus the bullshit