Subpar Prof (Ft. Method Man)

[Chorus]
Pick a fight, earn a stripe, run a light out of spite
Up all night, wrong or right, take a bite, hey!
Eat the rich, hit a lick, drink a fifth, fuck a snitch
Split a wig, smoke a spliff, blow a kiss, hey!
I’m doing subpar, how are you? (how are you?)
I’m doing subpar, how are you? (how are you?)
I’m doing subpar, how are you? (how are you?)
Hey, hey!
Doo doo doo doo doo

[Verse 1: Prof]
If suffering builds character, then get a load of me
I’ve been through shit, I’m filled with piss, I’m bloated totally
I can’t condone to go the road of who I’m told to be
I told the peeps, roll the sleeves, let’s go promote the beast
Today I hit a fucking lick just for the big homie
I feel better got the stick, I got the thing on me
Tell the FBI I follow Jeff Bezos, pesos, quesos
Marshmallows, rainbows, game shows
Thinking about life, what could a buck ninety five get for living outside
Thinking I’d die for a lil pie slice
Minimize time, gotta fit in my size
Gotta pimp out my ride, got a dinner by five
Gotta think of my pride incentivize crime
I’m ahead of my time, temper hot as mine
This shit no accident, by design