[Verse 1]
Spittin' everything that's coming off
The snapback or fitted cap
Symbolically portraying my thoughts
As it's twisted back
Unorthodox to it's origin as I'm exploring sin
Sippin more of gen smokin more of twin
Gettin' bent
Fuse the 2 together like yang go with yen
Call it peace before I rest like the deceased rest in peace
I still remain elite in raps elite fleet
And I stare at the back of my eyelids sometimes
In my subconscious mind thinking that the world is mine
According to a coked up cuban puffin cigars
With tiger print interior inside of his car
And if I go broke on some real sh**
I'll probably rob banks like I'm runnin through Uncle Phil's crib
Totin that Will Smith & Wesson
And I will get to pressin'
Them fake n***as that's rep'n
Knock'em down 9-11
I mean f** if you offended
I'm sick and slightly demented
Windows darker than them cats
Rocking black fist pendants
Send shots that connect like blue tooths no dentist
And I'll shoot at blue suits before I do a life sentence
And like Big L once said:
"You can ask Beavis, I get nothin' but head"
[Verse 2]
I'm in the whip prayin' for motivation
This song wack
Change the station
I know mother f**ers sittin' out the car
Wavin' at the muh f**in' car but they hatin'
But you walkin'
So why the f** is you talkin'?
I hear your dog barkin'
Because he smell the sh** I'm sparkin'
That's that f**in' loud
I'ma say it proud
If you wanna get with the team then n***a get down
Cuz all them n***as bout is gettin' money
And all these n***as bout is gettin' honeys
I just want some hunnits
I just want some blue faces
But seeing all these new faces
So I'm boutta pack my sh** in some suitcases
And be on my f**in way
[Verse 3]
And I'm doper than your favorite artist
No airplay but you most likely gone hear my name regardless
I mean it's facts like how you gone argue with that
When the fact you that hearing me snap on this track proved all this
I may not be the smartest but I damn sure ain't your average bear
If I chase you up a tree I'm choppin' sh** down layer by layer
Welcome to my bio dome
If you ain't got no green then you can catch a contact
But I myself am getting high alone
I play this type of music with your ex like a xylophone
But that sh** don't mean that I'm her next that b**h can die alone
Or tell that goofy b**h to catch the dial tone
Press the end bu*ton on my phone
Then I'm gone