[Sample - Repeating]
Boy this Glock is co*ked and ready to pop up on another hoe
Hollow points will have your b**h a** knocking on the devil's door
[k** Bill]
Yo...
I'm Majin Buu up off the juice; just let me talk to you
You cross my mind from time to time, but what's it costed you?
I'm stuck inside the prisms of this indica, I'm in the cut
I'm feeling anxious. Roll it up and thank it
But I wonder if she thinks about me?
Thinks when she drinks about me?
And I don't know the answers
Walk with lady luck as I beg to hold her hand first
Ayo, feelings are cancerous
Cannabis sandwiched in a damn thick man*script
And I'm just trying to McMahon the sh**
Big boss
Grow a pair (pear) I'm Rick Ross
Riding til the shift's off
"Don't f** this up", thank you for the tip, boss
Creeping out the sticks, ma
Feeling kind of big, boy
Big and tall. I'm sick of stalling hitting margin ends
Feeling part carca**, smart artist with an awkward trend
Hard Benjamins spent on carcinogens
Demons crawling out my mouth; I'm talcumed out
Fresh cut with a couple bad b**hes in the front seat
If my conscious were personified, I bet it'd probably punch me
Yo, why you telling lies for?
Catch me by the dime store listening to Grindcore
I need bread? I rhyme more
If only I would try more...
[Sample]
It's yours, isn't it?