[D-Celli]
Walking how I'm talking, and I'm talking how I'm living
Spit sophisticated like khakis and a fitted
Word to the Rock I live in, word to the clock tic-tic'in
From the pick to the drop, got the city on lock
I'm known to handle my business
My sixteens k** dreams, birth cream to reality
Me and my well-versed verses versus the galaxy
Virgins flirting, purple burning; it ain't all that absurd to me
Cause now-a-days it's hard to say that you never heard of me
Since it occurred to me that purposely hurting me
Ain't pertinently concerning me, muh-f**ah I'm Hercules
I can't get enough, you can't get a nut
b**hes all on my dick because I'm cumming (up)
Like I'm in the cut when I'm in the Cut
When I lay the cut
Or the guts of a dutch when I roll one up
My frees ain't free cause they off of the cuff
The cuffs come off when I'm with your b**h
And come back out when she like it rough
Wrecking mics like I punch-in. Mics combust when I clutch it. (I'm out.)