Outro II (feat. Bowzer the Blame)

Granny- She's here, Mr. Johnson Thank you, thank you very much Granny, they're expecting you Yes, they are You're a little late, so come right this way Step right here, ok? What, say it Awww, get it baby To Shirley and Frances, I love you and miss you And that's for real But, yo After going thru pandemics, my mind wasn't in it Writer's block like a bitch, hoping that she don't comment Or commit I gave her ass a forfeit That pussy was the culprit She flipped my funky worm She want that raw shit That raw shit that always get ya open Consider it second to weed smoking I ain't joking Go and follow the leader Betcha I paid in full Take a sip of my liter, then I'm bout to blaze a bowl Why I'm the blame is something that you're guilty of Bars with love scars, but I ain't even Trippie tho Vibe on Woodstock, but I ain't even hippie tho On the dealio, pointing fingers, Mr. Arsenio Ain't a comeback nor a season premiere But that funky dope shit in your ears We had to make sure that the biscuits were quarantined Rappers catch Corona, slurring difficult rhyme schemes Then they start to pout, slowly changing to moodrings Dressed in nothing else but dirty beaters and shoe strings This ain't a new thing I did it for decades The only difference is I didn't do it to get paid All bout the craft, all bout the art They telling me to stop but I don't think they wanna start Fucking with a guarded heart, the dumbest thing you can do Crying about some noise pollution when it's you in the booth Had to get this off my chest before I start the debut Tired of hearing rappers fraudulent It's time to stay true Cuz once I'm isolated, and my mind is hella faded Be prepared for the premeditated, and often hated Complicated, but who said that life would be easy Took a while on this batch, B I'm bout to call you Yeezy Fuck a delay, we gonna let the music parlay And there's one more thing that I got to say Dad, you would've been 68 The fact of you not being here, I really do hate All I can do is celebrate and spin your collection til the end of time RIP TEC, you always on my mind Bowzer They want that funky shit, funky shit, yea yea (Give it to em B!) They want that gutta shit, gutta shit, yea yea (Give it to em B!) That other shit they ain't fucking wit, yea yea (Fucking wit) They want that shit, want that Bowzer shit, yea yea (Bowzer shit) B! Two times in a row, my *****, ha ha! But you know how we... how we gonna end this off, right? The right way