Stewie Griffin

Logic taught me
'So, uh... its been twenty-four hours. Got my money?'
'Oh... uh, you know what, just give me til next Friday. Ill have it for you.'
'Oh-oh, uh, thats funny. I couldve sworn I said have it today?'
'Yeah... I dont have it, sorry.'
'Oh. Well alright then...
Yeah, thats what happens man!'
Im Stewie Griffin
And this game is Brian
Beatin the hell out of em
Tryin, to get this money
Check the statistics
The chances of me blowin up are far from realistic
F*ck it, Ill risk it
To have a chance at fame, Id never miss it
I know Im gonna be famous cause my friends and family insisted
Been on the low, concealing my sh*t just like a biscuit
But its time to let off, set off, break this bread off
B*tches Im comin and I aint finna pull out
All I do is get this money
Cut these records and cool out
My favorite night of the week to perform is Friday
But I kinda see it as Louis Vuitton day
Cause when I step up on the stage
Im snatchin mics like Kanye
Too swift to book me for the night
Thats Andre
Three stacks, I do it big
Take no relax, Im spittin the facts
Catch me in the booth, droppin tracks
Yeah they talkin bout me
Yeah, I know they talkin bout me
Yeah I know they talkin bout me but
Never face to face, they evade it
By rappers Im hated
Because Im fly, while they just levitated
As the hating escalated
My flow, it just elevated
B*tches I made it
Young jedi, all I do is stack bread
I said I be in the crib bumpin Red Hot Chili Peppers
This right here for all my city reppers
Fly talker, sky walker, get gritty reppers
Follow your dreams, this life aint what it seems
They used to tell me Id never make it
Now my flow streams
Across the world, spit lyrics, let them unfurl
Poetic rhetoric my girl
Got my mind playin tricks on me
My eyes is closed, the ice is froze , I got it
Hip-hop was never dead, but it was fallin
And I caught it
The way I process chips, you think my brains robotic
F*ckin with b*tches overseas cos the p*ssys exotic
I went from switchin lanes in the rain
To switchin planes with dames
Poppin champagne, spittin game, and gettin brain
'Dont bring that trash in here. This is my house!'