[Intro, x3:]
Stacking some faces...
Money we chasing...
[Verse I:]
Unh! Handle a fellow
Bold enough to play a hand with the Devil
Going through life foot slammed on the pedal
..we burn like hand on the kettle
Never been a puppet, not a fan of Gepetto
Never pretended to be a man from the ghetto
I just want a sweet crib like Hansel and Gretel
..name hot enough to brand on metal, so:
Understand you a NASCAR
Well I'm a NASA ship, ready to blast off
I go SO hard, I broke both arms
And still throwing punchlines with the cast off!
H-h-hats off, with my gla**es on
And got more soul than a pair of platforms
You better plat four, the more you act full
You likely never heard nothing like that before
[Hook x2:]
Smoke is allowed; stacking some faces;
Weed is a shot; when money we chasing;
One is for pain; other one is a down;
Can't think of tomorrow; too caught up in now
[Verse II:]
Smoking a forest; drink 'till I'm nauseous
Roll up a spliff of that what the f** ever you hecklers
Who feeling skeptical want me to call it!
The people that know me don't ever be asking me sh**
They just know it's the rawest;
All they do it roll it and spark it
All I do it spit till my money the tallest
—still I be ballin', like: "Which one?"
"Pick one!" Any destination that's a city
Where the pretty young chicks from;
Looking at a lot—yeah, my vision is an eyeful
Kind like the Tower in the city where my kicks from
Kick some till I'm blazed up
I want get laid, not laid off
I want be made, not Mad-off
She valet all my clothes and take off
Cause I'm sky high—get wit me
f**ed the first, it was destiny
We getting all money for a lot of dream mile
Cuz you'll probably end up being the d**h of me
[Hook x2:]