I Got This (I Got That) lyrics

[Intro: Trials]
What the f*ck? Ha!

[Hook: Trials (Samples)]
Saying "I got this and I got that"
I ain't got sh*t motherf*cker I got jack, what's that?
(I'm only concerned about to make the spot burn)
Yo, I got papers, I got patience
I got in line, got tired of waitin', what's that? What's that?

[Verse 1: Trials]
Call the cabs, I'm leavin' this place now
Tellin' me to take a break when I'm already spaced out
I'm sick, the same couple chumps stuck in denial
I got style, they got soft stack it up in the pile (wuss)
You got fam in prison and tell them "hold your head up"
You want rap with lyrics then get 'em, Golden Era
I drop classics like Jimmy drops acid
Write rhymes all day, it's all in the practice
A cat now feelin' like a million bucks
At the salon, collectin' hair from the Brazilian c*nts (bzzz)
Yeah, you gotta watch your man in public
Planes on the ground and doves sit down around him
Bouncin' the Millennium Falcon
f*ck Greedo up, tell them Hutts that it's Peepshow, son
See, that paper's got you mislead, believin' what it said
Hard, what it would be like to be such a di*khead