[D-Celli] Walking how I'm talking, and I'm talking how I'm living Spit sophisticated like khakis and a fitted Word to the Rock I live in, word to the clock tic-tic'in From the pick to the drop, got the city on lock I'm known to handle my business My sixteens k** dreams, birth cream to reality Me and my well-versed verses versus the galaxy Virgins flirting, purple burning; it ain't all that absurd to me Cause now-a-days it's hard to say that you never heard of me Since it occurred to me that purposely hurting me Ain't pertinently concerning me, muh-f**ah I'm Hercules I can't get enough, you can't get a nut b**hes all on my dick because I'm cumming (up) Like I'm in the cut when I'm in the Cut When I lay the cut Or the guts of a dutch when I roll one up My frees ain't free cause they off of the cuff The cuffs come off when I'm with your b**h And come back out when she like it rough Wrecking mics like I punch-in. Mics combust when I clutch it. (I'm out.)