Verse 1: TomArts
Little n***a ima show you what my city like, gunshots and k**ings every other night
We pack the whip and roll up exposed by the cities lights
Camo shorts on showing off war tactics a** backwards piglatin hoe im still the captain
Watching groupie jawns turn to fanatics hating bums like damn what happened
It was magic where these n***as come from? Destined for the throne since I was dumb young
Making townies scatter like Godzilla, this right here is Bob Dylan meets J-Dilla
Cash money get the scrilla cool like the dark side of pillows
Seeing triple so im aiming for the middle just a little watch me nibble
Rapping in cryptic codes and riddles, it's impossible to censor me
I read minds weed brings me telepathy, im sick no one get next to me
Model hoes im s**ing on a breast or three, b**h a** n***a
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Verse 2: Qwon Don
Long nights fast rounds of shots, im sipping with a decision to pa** out or not
But artistically im more of a mystery not seen for weeks
In the lab with a tendency of getting some answers, no question the crowd throwing they hands up
Inhaling this loud picking my pants up, every step of the way
Internationally net and picking these fans up, be having these b**hes picking they pants up
And be back on they way, but for the most part I need a coast yard only with sand beaches
And bikinis and Coast Gaurds, part of the plan I considered land where them boats are
Only way you can reach me is in person or postcard, I know im a artistic n***a cause everything is art
Thats why I be painting the palace with my wonderland b**h named Alice, and she's a devils fan
She keeps me real leveled man