[Verse 1]
Straight from the East side
Blood gang, we heavy
f** n***a, dare me
I turn into Freddy
My fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the 'telly when we outta town
Uzi on deck
Phone ringin' off the hook
b**h that's the plug
Ocean view bedroom baby
See-through showers
And I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up, I ain't playin'
n***as say they rich I say "ehh.."
Same old song, I ain't dance
Heater on my waist, hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm sayin'
I give your a** a f**in' eye exam
I ain't playin'
Guns in my hands, I ain't prayin'
Fireman
Spittin' venom, Spiderman
I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants
Cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan
Got more sand than Sudan, Lord
[Bridge]
And life ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way away
You know that haters come in all sizes, all shapes, 'kay
That's why I had to get a little more trunk space
Got insurance on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a 808
Boom, like a 808
[Verse 2]
I could fly around that b**h, need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba, need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back, I need a format
I put the sh** on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I'll turn your head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the b**h some true lies and some false facts
Boy, I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211
Hockey mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my a** off, chain heavy
Your b**h get pa**ed on, chain letter
Train smoker
Smoke plain? Never
Had a date with the Devil
Then I changed schedules
I'm a trained k**er
Like a paid k**er
Better yet, Saddam Hussein nephew
n***a, no love --
That's from the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole f**ing block red
Then get out of my car
And admire my art
Then smile at my thoughts
My b**h from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk
She see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was parked
Now I don't wan talk, b**h I don't wan talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar
Anybody want war?
I'm excited to start
Get indicted tomorrow
I be out by the morn
Before I even yawn
Stay in ya lane, I remind these lil boys
This is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my won'ts
Lord, please
Kilos, OZs
Cause my b**h high cla**, she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of cla**, so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink
She can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a Brinks
So my sweet soda pink
I'm a freak show to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my bar tab is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach
I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat
I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech
My blunt long as a speech
Roach look like a leech
I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest
With this chrome on your teeth
That get blown out your cheek
Like my b**h mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head n***a, like Prodigy
And b**h I'mma shine, like Connery
Yeah
[Outro]
And life ain't nothin' but a long day
Tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away