Blue Slide Park, its Blue slide park man Hey, I got these Ray-Ban shades, kinda look like something Lennon would rock It seems like now I got a couple bags whenever I shop Louie shoes, Polo socks, some name brand dumb sh** Logo never make a man, but Im still blowing thousands on it No clue what Im calling my album Fans be at my van screaming, calling me Malcom Never knew the outcome be this much cash now Bank account looking like a George Young stash house Young and acting out, the topics that I rap about Be varying from politics to b**hes pulling a**es out Thats exactly how I do this as a rapper Im nuttin in her mouth, you tongue kissing her after Daughters moms kinda want me neutered But they also want the kid to cum right on their cooter Have the music sounding better then guitar tuners Plus Im doing shows daily call me John Stewart So who you know thats iller than Mac Miller and company Its like I planted money seeds right underneath the f**ing tree Now I got a hundred gs so none of yall can f** with me Yeah I said it publicly so run and tell your mother, motherf**er I said run and tell your mother, motherf**er Hold up Jerm let me spit the second Hey yo I breeze past haters In the E-cla** quickly And deep did a hundred songs in six weeks sh** keeps going on and on We just tryna go bananas like its Donkey Kong Yeah on my grind, always need to work So I be eatin good, you be eatin dirt If you talking sh**, you gonna see me smirk While the DJ be scratching til the needles burst A couple screws probably loose in my head Holla at my girl, tell her bring that doobie to bed Im a regular guy with an irregular life Except Im a Lamborghini if its racing a bike Who knew that I can turn some sound into something so cool Fresh kicks, see me Im busting the moves Coming in soon to a theater near you Creep in your kitchen start eating your food Girls tryna f** I dont be in the mood No time for p**y when moneys in the room, Oh I switch flows, switch rhythm Sick spittin, unlimited ammunition Blue Slide Park