[Verse 1]
Ayo I'm on some acrobatic sh**
Gone off the bong it's like a magic trick
Stoner steady snackin on my shaggy sh**
Walkin dead marathons sip the 40 hit the shorty on the leg I'm gettin horny
French toast and French kiss me
I'ma king you're Doug Christie
Round table meetings sippin whiskey
Tryna discuss, all these ways to get our paper up
I'm tryna ball but right now I gotta taper cut, facin blunts
sh** man, roundhouse kick your kick stand
Jack ya b**h man, she gettin wood like the 6th man
So consistent, shooting star make a wish quick
If you blink for half a millisecond you gon' miss it
And I ain't tryna miss sh**, opportunity I seize it
Lazy muhf**as on they a** eatin Cheez-Izs
All these gifts and blessings so I had to thank you Jesus
You know I'm gon' receive it like Darrelle Revis
And bring it back to the house, that's the pad
With my mom and my dad, I don't flaunt, I don't brag
I don't mock, I just laugh, then i haunt, like your past
Boogie Man Teezy with his monstrous a**
Ayyyeee you know I'm bout it f** wit me you know I got it
Like every other Friday 7 digit length deposits
I'm tryna be the flyest in the sky f** a pilot
High mileage, purple soul plane wit hydraulics
Dawg I'm well aware I'm hardly on the map, I'm like Delaware
You hella scared I'm comin for your throat, Jim Crow rope
Vote for the pimp, heaven sent, Teezy president
Wreckin on the track coincidentally left a couple dents
You bozo, high on the gas in the ozone
High gas prices realizing how you so grown
Growin sick and tired of these ills in our society
I'm pressed like ironing, got me in and out sobriety
I can't stand it, gah dammit
Last night Ciroc'd that muhf**a now we New Amsterdam it
Took a pic, lemme scan it, load it up, Instagram it
5 finger discount on ya ho, I'ma bandit
She told me you ain't have no drive you need you a mechanic
She's scared to even ride with you it puts her in a panic
Like "Oh! No! Whoa! Bro!
Hold the bleezy down there's the po ...pos!"
Ooooo Mojo Jojo Jo in this b**h act a monkey like wrench
Switch blade cut yo a** you like a 6th grade cla** bruh
Pulp Fiction on the plasma
Stroke that a** ma I came late, f**in FAFSA
The cotton UNT hoodie hood when it's feelin good but
It's Texas weather so that's probably never
I'ma beast, I'm ahead of the these so called competitors
And that's forever dawg et cetera, et cetera...sh**
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[Verse 2]
But I ain't been doin much, 'cept rappin
Studying, a cruel life chargin n***as full price
For covers I'm creating for they mixtapes Nicely Done
Production I'm Suge Knight back in '91
Self made, self paid
Know that women are attracted to a n***a with ambition cause it will pay
Off that's why it's no days off no field days
Then doors open up like Bill Gates
Now all of a sudden she wan' f** but blew me off when I was a senior back in 12th grade
I ain't seen her since the 12th grade wa**up with that?
Naw I ain't tryna bust a but in that
2 kids a pot belly man who cuffin that?
sh**, not I (not me either n***a) Not me dawg
I'm good, we good over here, yea
Bioootch