[D-Celli]
I keep my jump-offs on the edge; so if they tripping, they're gone
I got some b**hes on my dick that want their name in a song
Everybody loves to play me, couple playing me wrong
So I had to smack the music out ‘em, now they call me The Fonz
Im talking nicks at night, dimes during the daytime
Halves at half ma**, and onions before sunrise
Serve purp like clockwork. I do it perfect
Gotta be the reason he's speaking from under the surface
Where shadows of conscious lercking
Cursed with these conscious verses cause web surfing
Words with purpose are hurting; considered worthless
That's the reason why I'm taking it back
Dudes' heated that I'm concieded when I'm laying a track
Because I keep three b**hes with me, call it “racks, on racks, on rack”
But if I'm shouting out the Rock, I'm putting CT on the map (Yeszir)
Flow colder than a blizzard
See me in the Cut, I Connect, like scissors