Blue Slide Park, its Blue slide park man
Hey, I got these Ray-Ban shades, kinda look like something Lennon would rock
It seems like now I got a couple bags whenever I shop
Louie shoes, Polo socks, some name brand dumb sh**
Logo never make a man, but Im still blowing thousands on it
No clue what Im calling my album
Fans be at my van screaming, calling me Malcom
Never knew the outcome be this much cash now
Bank account looking like a George Young stash house
Young and acting out, the topics that I rap about
Be varying from politics to b**hes pulling a**es out
Thats exactly how I do this as a rapper
Im nuttin in her mouth, you tongue kissing her after
Daughters moms kinda want me neutered
But they also want the kid to cum right on their cooter
Have the music sounding better then guitar tuners
Plus Im doing shows daily call me John Stewart
So who you know thats iller than Mac Miller and company
Its like I planted money seeds right underneath the f**ing tree
Now I got a hundred gs so none of yall can f** with me
Yeah I said it publicly so run and tell your mother, motherf**er
I said run and tell your mother, motherf**er
Hold up Jerm let me spit the second
Hey yo I breeze past haters In the E-cla** quickly
And deep did a hundred songs in six weeks
sh** keeps going on and on
We just tryna go bananas like its Donkey Kong
Yeah on my grind, always need to work
So I be eatin good, you be eatin dirt
If you talking sh**, you gonna see me smirk
While the DJ be scratching til the needles burst
A couple screws probably loose in my head
Holla at my girl, tell her bring that doobie to bed
Im a regular guy with an irregular life
Except Im a Lamborghini if its racing a bike
Who knew that I can turn some sound into something so cool
Fresh kicks, see me Im busting the moves
Coming in soon to a theater near you
Creep in your kitchen start eating your food
Girls tryna f** I dont be in the mood
No time for p**y when moneys in the room, Oh
I switch flows, switch rhythm
Sick spittin, unlimited ammunition
Blue Slide Park