I’m Just Bullsh*ttin’ (I Ain’t Bullsh*ttin’ Freestyle) lyrics

[Taboo]
I'm about to make some money doing big business
I mean them stupid ass hoochie ass figures
I'm about to start right now
I should probably start right now but I'm bullsh*tin'
I should probably stop starting things I can't finish
And f*ck around with stupid ass hoochie ass b*tches
I should probably stop right now, I'm about to stop right now but I'm bullsh*ttin'

I stay bent, rain drenched on the same bench
Pouring liquor out, trynna figure out where the day went
Falling flat on my face to make my payments
Get a taste of the pavement but embraced what the pain meant
I know the weight of the world so I can save strength
Beyond insane it leaves me on the same wavelength
It makes sense my placement is the basement steps
We underground, the foundation of the great depressed
I wake up every single morning to the same regrets
The only thing that I know how to do is make a mess
Breaking sweats screaming "I hate this test"
I'ma save my breath, I'ma need that sh*t when I'm chasing death
This pain in my brain stressed me
It came from a strange medley that changed and became deadly
All that was right became lefty
No biggie the way that my faith left me it's skating like Wayne Gretzky
The weight that it made stressed me
It flipped pain on his brain
Life's a roll of the the dice, I'm bored of this kids game
I swore that I switched lanes, showed myself that sh*ts changed
And just like that and right back being insane
Twisting herb, already on my 3rd spliff
It's disturbed, how a little problem can turn big
I can finally see what hurt is
Trying to forge a new path with the debris from this burnt bridge
[Coast]
I felt like I wasn't worthy of sh*t for over half my life
The latter half I battle past it with laughter right
I say f*ck it, but it eats the soul out of me
I'd go casually knowing I'm a casualty
Omnipresent, Convalescent
I Know it's facts that my presence is unpleasant
I been suffering from that since a Boy Scout
My thoughts loud
Im just tryna turn the noise down I don't have regard for health
I'm a f*ckin dummy
Don't love myself
So how the f*ck you get something from me
Living crumby, frontin like it's all gravy
I just eat sleep and sh*t like a small baby
What you'd call crazy
What the f*ck is life 'bout
Feelin wiped out
The f*ck I'm sposed to write down?
Right now I am presently at wits end
Tryna figure out this b*tch life and her trick friends
f*ck a sick Benz wit rims or some quick ends..(why?)
So I could front I'm big time like I'm Big Ben
Bic pens, click lighters, white loose leaf
Usually, I like to puff fire that soothes me
I'm not a newbie, I been doin this here, for no reason now I'm on my 25th year
I sip beer, and I think of what it coulda been
I was never scared to work you know I f*cking put it in
Waste of air, since space and time existed
Ancient Mayan scriptures depict me high in pictures
I fail better, and usually on a higher scale
My clientele has spent millions on the lies I sell