Lyrical Breakdown of This That Shit Kid Cudi Coulda Been - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Alabama to Maryland New York to Japan JPEG stays true Yeah This the life of a rap nigga This the life of real life trap nigga This the life of the JPEG Coins in the cup, shed a tear for a bass head Goddamn, I hate feds Head shot from the outside, no Jessie Ware Black hair, black beard Said she don't believe in love, she the black Cher I told her take care, baby, now Drake's here 'Cause we face fear, we don't like fakes here Real nigga since Space Jam, daycare Same place they sold crack, I played there Let the sink ship, nigga, this a shark tank Kevin O'Leary gon' have to walk the fuckin' plank They wonder if I'm donkey or a elephant, shit Just know that I never fall or never fail Ya'll know I keep it funky, motherfucker Better get it right, get it right Better get it right, get it right Mhm, mhm Mhm, mhm Ya'll know I keep it funky, motherfucker Better get it right, get it right Better get it right, get it right Mhm, mhm Mhm, mhm And I'll be rockin' along zoning, yeah Fuckin' with the 12 there (Yo, ho!) This that shit Kid Cudi coulda been (Oh!) But that nigga wasn't built to win So I'ma do it for him Ayy, ayy, futuristic brown man ready to get down Spit rhymes, steady aim, enemies sit down Lit now, don't trip, I ain't the one Oh damn, law man got a badge and a gun Enough about pigs and carcinogens They close to the dope, it's so intimate If I try, I can die slow if you into it, but you not (Yeah) Spend all of my tips on expensive coffee My phones been tapped, tell the feds to get off me Now every time I speak, somebody listen to me talkin' Look over my shoulder every time that I'm walkin', ya See this hipster Don't blink to the pity, they off me Don't think your harm can bother me Look out for the cops like my father taught me Lotta arms expected, went to save the block I'ma slave to the day, and these clocks, they haunt me Lock me in a room so I can burn the broccoli Record and release 'til I start to feel cocky Somebody try to stop me Can't live with delusions of persecution Try to stay grip to the earth that I'm losing My brains strange trying to maintain my A-game Stay sane but boy you don't play games to play gains Y'all know I keep it funky, motherfucker Better get it right, get it right Better get it right, get it right Mhm, mhm Mhm, mhm Y'all know I keep it funky, motherfucker Better get it right, get it right Better get it right, get it right Mhm, mhm Mhm, mhm And I'll be rocking along zonin' Fucking with the 12 there This that shit Kid Cudi coulda been But that nigga wasn't built to win So i'ma do it for him