FFT

What I do here ain't hit or miss I'm fit for this Give a kid a Bic, here You can be a dick with this, ubiquitous When I'm feelin' all caged up like Nicholas And sick of this Yo don't make me go and flick my wrist Yeah I'm fit for this (Ey) What I do here ain't hit or miss I'm fit for this Give a kid a Bic, here You can be a dick with this, ubiquitous When I'm feelin' all caged up like Nicholas And sick of this Don't make me go and flick my wrist Yeah I'm fit for this (Ey) First off, you refer to me as Master Bruce Don't get that confused If we're talking bout teams Shit, I could be the last to choose And I'll still be the last to lose But if we're talking bout your latest steps I'm not really that amused In fact, I'm already past the news You can me fool me once, you can fool me twice But a man's still standing, like I failed to catch the goose (Duck, duck) I hear the pigs coming in a pickup truck Picked twice before, yo that might be more Of a coincidence that I'd like ignored But homie I'm white now and I was white before And I don't, I don't ever wonder why they don't like me more Cause the truth is Africa's ruthless And if I'm gonna do this, I ain't gonna lie anymore First time I got arrested Seventh grade, stripped down, molested Yeah they got the best of me, the recipe One bailed muzungu equals ten Chibukus And now they want the rest of me But I'm a creator of circumstance Took control and changed up the screenplay Came to Canada, cleaned it up a bit Partied like it's my b-day Baby we're alone and I'm in the zone Won't you shake that booty like Wii Play Yes I'm late, but I'm the best in the paint Just give ya homie some leeway Your lyrics are garbage I could purchase that shit on Ebay I comatose 'til I see grey No more hittin' any priests with "sorry's" While y'all be thirsty for three Feraris Pavy's at peace on these free safaris Homie, I had zebras in my back yard Tell me what you know about that Y'all got Debras in the back, posted Sewin' up yarn for a sweater Never going outside These rappers lie but I ain't bluffin' The game is insane I love it I'll die becoming the best Break my neck just getting the hang of it Them clouds are grey but I stay covered Look what I made of it Never went back to church And I'll do it one day, I swear But today, fuck it What I do here ain't hit or miss I'm fit for this Give a kid a Bic, here You can be a dick with this, ubiquitous When I'm feelin' all caged up like Nicholas And sick of this Yo don't make me go and flick my wrist Yeah I'm fit for this (Ey)