Hey, I got a secret
Can you keep a secret?
I ain't playing 'round man
You can't be tellin' laws man
Snitchin' is for bitches I got work up in my car man
And I ain't sellin' it (Nope)
I ain't sellin' it
I'm cocaine celibate (SIKE!)
Yeah, I'm snortin' it
Cut a little bit of it
Then I'm poppin' cork in it
9.6 n***a, yeah I'm Pitchforkin' it
Best new crap n***a, hey you wanna snort a bit?

Bush got a n***a feeling so good (so good)
Even better than any blow do (blow do)
All my n***as coming with the vans
I be feelin' like I'm the man
I can't feel my hands
Sober n***as never understand me
I'm the fuckin' tooth fairy, put that money in my hand

Uh, suck a n***a dick for some
I've been going crazy ever since I hit twenty-one
Tats on my arm, got these tats on my fucking dick
If she got a problem, "Project: Skip-a-Bitch"
I don't give a fuck, I take these lines like chewing gum
Chew until the taste gone, or until my face numb
No auntie, but I deserve a Grammy, family
Or at least a gang of antes just to keep me company, I'm high
Where the fuck my chest go?
I be looking icy, man, I must have a chest cold
I need to see a doctor, sick cold monster
Please don't tell me where they cross around
I have to offer, uh
(I love you baby)
I love you, bitch
Make sure when I get better, my shit's fixed
And get them jaws ready for that afternoon dick
Girl, the truth is offensive
Music is my blue china
I surround myself with that blue china, you feel me?
Every day I find it harder and harder and harder to live up to that blue china, you feel me, yeah?

Gen Y all day, we don't give a fuck
Ten left side n***as put your fingers up
Uh, I'm coming out of the diner
Coke up in my hand, and the other hand

Bet I got that blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (Bitch!)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (China!)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (Bitch!)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (China!)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (Bitch!)
Blue, blue, china, china (Fucker!)
Blue, blue, china, china (China!)
Blue, blue, china, china (Fuck that shit, n***a)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (Blue china, n***a)
Blue, blue, china, china (China!)
Blue china in this bitch, n***a
Generation Y, 1989; 90s babies in motherfucker, n***a
Fuck everybody, I don't give a fuck
You know what this shit is right here?
This that shit in 5 years n***as gon' come back talking 'bout
"Damn, that n***a was ahead of his time!"
But for now, a warning
Fuck everybody, n***a
Fuck a YouTube commenter, fuck any hip-hop fan
Fuck hip-hop, fuck rap, fuck hip-hop as a genre, n***a
Wackest genre ever, fuck that shit
So many wannabes, n***a
Too many emcees, not enough fans, n***a
Make a n***a wanna sniff coke off that blue china
I don't give a shit, fuck that shit n***a
Where my guitar at?
Where's my fucking guitar?

And for any ignorant ass n***a thinking this song ain't about shit
Why don't you go read Oscar Wilde, then come back
Tell me what this songs about, yo
Non-reading stupid ass motherfucker