Minus The Bullshit

Minus the bullshit
Minus the bullshit
Woah, woah, woah, minus the bullshit
Oh, minus the bullshit
Minus the bull—
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah , woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Minus the bull—
Never thought I'd be
Sitting here, penning many memories
Synchronisity, uh, as the swimmers be
Here with my brother from the city where it's windy
Yeah, coincidentally, I'm never shy about the moves made
Boom-bappin' with a briefcase
Corporate hustle, sneak rhymin' on my lunch break
Treble clef tats
Wall-to -wall traffic, yeah, it's back to the rat race
Raps in the Jansport
Drove way to Porter Ranch, janky aux cord
For a chance to record
Spittin' pain at the people transform into stamps on your passport
What more can a girl with ambition really ask for?
'Specially when they carin' about your story and pay you cash for it
'Cause I was chillin' up at Kenneth Hahn
Thinkin' 'bout how we really did it, huh
See, we already won
To all my rellies, I'm sendin' you love
Product of the village and pillars that's buildin' me up
Layer by layer
There's proof in every pudding flavor and power and prayer
I did a lot of snake charmin' and lot of landscapin'
But it seems to be diviniely orchestrated
No matter how you add it up, it's great ain't it?
Aight
Woah, woah, woah, minus the bullshit