Alright lyrics

[Intro]
Now if any of you sons of b*tches got anything else to say, now's the f*cking time!
You know at, at times I wanna be real, real positive
When I feel real negative, you know
I just wanna be on the grind
I am on the grind, what the f*ck you doing

[Verse 1]
Is it difficult to ship a boat
Is a ship a boat
Bringing in shipments
Odd Future equipment
Check my statistics
Wipe off your lipstick
Lips around this di*k
Money make all the hoes swallow
And money move the crowd and make the crowd follow
Money translates from English to Tagalog
Strutting life's runway you coked up model
n*ggas like flossing until they floss you
Busy eating got you feeding burrito with salsa
The problem that I have with me is me
Where I go I'm being watched like channel Disney
Boomerang motive of a frisbee
Once he's going he's not coming back is he, nah
[Verse 2]
I get to the point, absolutely p*ssed
Cut you off like a hand, absolutely missed
Can't shake it, the pain can't fake it
Life and love is like food, you eat it how you make it
Sound like I'm saying the same sh*t you don't understand
Love in my right feet and you the other hand
My cap snaps back like black rubberbands
The fact that I'm black and I rap brother man
Put me above the ladder, steppin' on bladders
f*ck family matters
I'm a bad black caffer
Plus I'm a bast*rd, where's my male figure
I might as well look up to the white male pale n*gga
Grape to the wine-side
Eyes to my blindside
No emotions, my feelings are dime-wide
I'm on some new sh*t, some true sh*t
While others play Brittany Murphy in Clueless