"GONE FISHING" lyrics

I thought that headache had gone away
I guess buffered aspirin is not enough

(Yeah) Going fishing

Lyrically not for the masses
But I got Beats lined up to get they ass kicked
A damn rapper, but I never been on rap shit
My verse is like a heavy hand on bald heads, it's hard not to slap it
My passion is Christ-like, write like Ernest Hemingway
But I fight like Mike with a swipe bite
Real deal, Holyfield type night, you are what they might like
Bitch, I'm the zeitgeist since I was like, mm, what, sixteen?
Went to school and [?], my dog was toting hammers, we ain't talking 'bout no split screen
I'm so ill, I'm sick mean, but back then, I sipped lean
And I'm talking way back, when Jay-Z had big jeans
Fuck the best rapper shit, I'm tryna make— (Bitches)
I can't be the GOAT and still bunk, it's not fitting
A history of hits, but now for you, it's not [?]
I'm out here five thousand in this bitch, I'm going fishing

(Uh, uh, going fishing)
(Uh, uh, uh, ooh, [?])

Oh my God, a bitch ass nigga approaches
Type to steal your roaches, when your homie's done smoking
A real charlatan, who's irrelevant at the moment
Hardly amount to nothing, I leave 'em pissy and puffy
Your life resumé, saying, "You really suck at this"
Bad bitch, succubus, ass is for dunking us
'Fore you had a style, you had to carry a suffix
Sled on your ice, it's never a cool run-in
Fossil fueling up, I make the booth the gas chamber
The gorilla in the mist, like Mystikal, you all in danger
I'm submerged in the paper, bred to get it when I wake up
Doctors say it's been a part of my genetic makeup
Lay up (Mm), really wish you could've been a baller
You a angry fan in the stands, you a bother
Last quarter serving up your team in one sitting
(What are you doing there?) Bitch, I'm going fishing

(For three days, you'll be doing nothing, but fishing)
(I believe he was fired)