[TASE]
Its 2014
And Ralph is what i'm sporting
b**h i am my own king
Got all these b**hes t**ng
Hurting, ima have them squirting
Money talks and mine is flirting
Sitting in my jersey
Got yo b**h eating Hershey's
Kisses
All up on my dick like she my misses
Maybe she can have my baby
But babe im lately
Feeling like i'm Hades
Shoes come from the eighties
Whips come from Mercedes
Benz, gucci on my waist
And on my lens
Dam, Louie game intense
Hit a couple tens
When a n***a feeling tense
In the booth for hours
Feeling like Kenny Powers
Smoking on some sour
High as the UT Tower
Chillen with the president
That's President Bill Powers
Texas now the world is ours
In love with money showers
Drunk for many hours
Rollin
One hit of the blunt
Will have you floating
Dallas we are blasting off
n***a that's the slogan
Pour me up some more Morgan
I done rode the bike to Mars
With Your girl on the handlebars
Trynna fix the money
Cause it shuffle like a deck of cards
Spitting bars as hot as stars
n***as be like what you charge?
Not a scar on my car
Wood grain like a dam guitar
Building up my repertoire
Choke slam when I rap so Raw
No more breaking necks, pause
Break they f**ing jaws, gosh
Posh, Slam dunk like I'm Josh
Harvard even know I got them bars
But bring it back a little boy
Rhyming since a little boy
In love with my woody toy
Unfolding the Story since Toy Story
Now the boy is off to college
Life is college boy
Shout out to that boy McCoy
Durantula I'm no lil b I'm fan of YA
Sitting in the pa**enger no Challenger
This driver seat is taken by McConaughey Matthew
Yeah we cruisin with the city in the back view
Stay tuned man, movies coming at you
Achu, now theirs pollen in the breeze hope it catch you
This a murder business but my business is to hatch you
Maybe even hack you
Hack your brain and pap you
Hook you with a back view
Bummies out to stab you
That's why I stay mummy
Rapped up in this sh** that's sunny
Make a Bloody Mary scurry
Splash them b**hes like I'm curry
Tase a little blurry
But Freddy got that 20/20
But these boys ain't ready
Thoughts like Machiavelli
R.i.p. da Velli, on his stairway to heavy
With that Thug Life on his belly
Hope you made it there already
Real n***as die, Fake n***as multiply