Drive thru:
Guess who it is
Back with my back to wall
Going right back through withdrawal
From spitting this crack
Straight from the back of my jaw
Right to the top of this song
They say it ain't right
But it doesn't feel like it's wrong
I swear the feeling is strong
I'm not from earth, but where is it that I belong
Listen don't tag me along Cause I'm lost
You have to start from the bottom and build your way up if you wanna be boss
These Dues they have to be paid, I'm making my way, so tell me the cost
Is it a lot?
I'll check In my wallet to see what I got
Pulling lint out of my pockets in blocks
Do you want cash, credit, or debit I'll write you check
Protect ya neck
As a matter of fact
Hold on money is scarce
You can wait till Thursdays to cash that check that's when my money will clear
What are you on
Got 2 phones
That are two tone
Taking Orders from there
That's Dead presidents stashed in the basement
People under the stairs
Pull up and pick up your order from here
(But first I'll take your order sir)
We back like Randolph and Mortimer
From Trading places
Coming to America
For Erica
Just call me crazy
Brought up In the 90s, But was raised by the 80s babies
Ronald Reagan era
Thats, 80 ways to serve that a
That gravy
With a slice of turkey, mashed potatoes
Keep your eyes on your own plate though
Going down I'm spitting draino
Hi hater this ain't maino
Snatching hearts
Snatching hearts
Call me cano
Look into my eyes
Soul made of gold
And I keep locked down deep inside
Body soul and mind
Wish that I could stop the time
Through my veins is where that pain flow
And think that's my demise