Rookie of the Year (Interlude) lyrics

Man, y'all n*ggas like...
I don't know what's wrong with these sucker-ass n*ggas, man
Yeah, man
You know, bruh home
The n*gga got out of jail, like: :What the f*ck? Little bruh, you rapping for real?"
Man, I just looked at the n*gga, like: "Bruh, I don't what the f*ck happened to me, man
Think it was the weed"
Yeah, man, auntie's like
Goddamn, man, calls are coming through
Man, I got shows and sh*t
On no, no bullsh*t, making ten-five a weekend-type sh*t
Like, "What the f*ck? This n*gga..."
I was rapping off one mixtape, man
I got a twenty-ounce Sprite bottle on my motherf*cking neck, n*gga
Hoes sucking my di*k and f*cking my charm, man
My green bird, but my green bird get more pus*y than these n*ggas, man
Crazy ass n*gga, man