Yea, yea, YEA, YEA!
b#tches tryna take all of my cash yea (Cha-Ching)
But that sh#t is endless and you know that I am packed yea
All of these dumb dummies dont even know where i am at (facts)
Hittin’ on a bowl and you know that sh#t mutha f#ckin smacked
Thas why I got my mic an im finna mf rap changing up my flow an you know im finna rap twice as fast
Man i am telling you that i am back, dont like raisins p#ss# b#tch that sh#t is f#cking #ss I would rather fall to the ground wit a mini heart attack lookin like a whole crack head I ain’t into all a dat man im f#ckin happy ion care about the f#ckin past
Comin back, to the lab, finna cook another batch, record and blasting up on my mf tracks
Anyone selling some fake sh#t is f#cking cap
Gettin caught, selling some vape sh#t instead of dabs
Zonin’ off a the morning joint
f#ck it ill dеstroy every other rapper to prove a point
Damn i’m so annoyed that my mind is stuck in a hopeless void, my demon got a voice i stay high so I can avoid the noise
My b#tch stay thick, punk rock shawty wit the f#ckin pink guages an tie-dye bracelates an she like smokin weed adventure time an space ships plus her p#ss# amazing i pray she the one i lay with
When i day my name will be heard from across the nation this danny boy on the throne will never be no replacements an i ain’t got the patience im bout to get out the bas#ment last year was who first who next to come and take it
Do not make a deal wit me unless you wanna get smacked
Thats if you decide to turn on me you could get cash
Take the stuff then sell it give me half thats a wrap
Ship supply across the country gettin big stacks
Ship it twice get it multiplied thats big maths
But i ain’t new to this game i ain’t big shaq
Pull up to the spot hoppin out wit my gas mask
In a match get the gas packed smoke the whole stash
An i got a gat kill the rats gettin payed back
Made the wage stack f#ckin hoes til they guts mad
Uh
Catch em off guard ima hit em with an armbar
b#tch im on par like i pull up in a golf cart
Dodging the security for snatchin outta walmart
Transformers b#tch we pull up and let it all spark
Makin christmas movies wit my girl an not no hall mart
Ima spike the game like i hit the b#tch wit a lawn dart
This sh#t ain’t for money im doing this sh#t wit all heart
Keep my props a legend for making sure that my bars sharp
Smokin weed in proportions, too paranoid to perform
And im bout to settle the scores
Cos i think my styles matured
Cos im bout to f#ck up disortin
Cos im finished being ignored
And if you askin us for some
More than just listen for the distortion
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